He was nobody's fool he always knew what he was Just a bunch of molecules no spirits or souls to speak of He turned his back on God Spat on those offering His love He was in charge of his life Til something happened to his wife No one's an atheist when you're looking at death in the face Sit down blubbering trying to pray before it's too late Trying to jump out of a fiery plane into the pearly gates Jesus is so real when you're looking at hell in the face He was nobody's fool but now he's a puppet with strings cut off Sitting on her deathbed trying to strike a deal with God He doesn't know where to start Promise to go to church forever Light one hundred candles a day To make the reaper go awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
