The Pill Letra

Hard times when names are dropped
And they can't stop what he's got
No easy answers for him this time

Saint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint Paul
They want your money, honey, give them it all

She's crying in her sleep
And her tears are all she keeps
Why are they asking all the wrong questions again?
You've paid your penitence
Why won't they accept that?
Be careful what you ask for next time

Saint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint Paul
They want your money, honey, give them it all
Tell me, tell me, tell me so
Tell me, tell me, tell me no

So soon we'll see
What sets us free
And are we braver at all?
Sometimes I find the pill gets hard to swallow