Oh the tears that you weep

for the poor tortured souls

who fall at your feet

with their love begging bowl

sall the clerks and the tailorsthe

sharks and the sailors

all good at their trades

but they'll always be failures

Alms for the poor

for the wretched disciples

and the love that they swore

with their hearts on the Bible

be seeching the honour

to sit at your table

and feast on your holiness

as long as they're able

Love needs its martyrs

needs its sacrifices

they live for your beauty

and pay for their vices

love will be the death of

my lonely soul brothers

but their spirit shall live on in

the hearts of all lovers