finch on saturday

boys

they've got wicked things on their minds

before the father said you're toein' the line

like a finch on saturday

sin with wings

give your tongue to god

on sunday sing

it all seems fine

these things are off your mind

remember we're born to die

but she was born to cry

to cry herself to sleep

red cowards in the home of the brave

rather the knaves and crooks that twist the good book

peasants

paupers

pilgrims they are the same

they give their dollars to god but they need their pay

it all seems fine

these things are off your mind

remember we're born to die

but she was born to cry

to cry herself to sleep