i ain't no super boy
i ain't no yankee son
i ain't what you've been lookin' for
i ain't your chosen one
i got no one to throw this at
for to blame myself
for comin' home with my flask in hand
now full of fiery hell
this is my confessionary hymn
i cannot save you my wretched soul
you got this thing all wrong
lying here upon my jail cell bed
has got me itching down this song
how could miss soldier's eye
kill a man like him
without a second thought of mine
i love my wife well
too damn much
to see her with a man of his kind
this is my confessionary hymn
la da da da. well i ain't no super boy
i ain't no yankee son
i ain't what you've been looking for
i ain't your chosen one
well my day is close
it's my fault i suppose
i got that man's blood on my hands
so light your fires
my dear
is it course
this is the day my pain will end
this is my confessionary hymn
la da da da. don't you cry my angel
at me
soon as blood
please go on and forget my fate
forget my love
just lay me down in my mother's
for this sin
when you pass there upon my grave
don't forget my confessionary hymn
la da da da.