Ike Reilly
Текст песни Junkie Faithful

The minister has fleeced the congregation
And the junkie faithful want, their money back
There were rumors in the rectory
That all they had was lost
I don't mind waiting 'till you find your man

Across town the rented store front, needing and broken
Shaky coffee hands were outside smokin'
On the sidewalks killing time
Between sleep and getting high
I don't mind waiting 'till you find your drugs

The sentence was his crime against his nation
And the junkie faithful asked, what have you done?
I was called to be lucky, not to be dumb
Don't wanna be busy when my calling comes
I don't mind waiting 'till you find your man
I don't mind waiting 'till you find your drugs
I don't mind waiting 'till...
You find your God