Broke City
The Pill
He took a chance on themAnd he's wondering where she's beenWhy are they asking all the wrong questions again?Hard times when names are droppedAnd they can't stop what he's gotNo easy answers for him this timeSaint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint PaulThey want your money, honey, give them it allShe's crying in her sleepAnd her tears are all she keepsWhy 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 timeSaint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint PaulThey want your money, honey, give them it allTell me, tell me, tell me soTell me, tell me, tell me noSo soon we'll seeWhat sets us freeAnd are we braver at all?Sometimes I find the pill gets hard to swallow
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