Lyrics: Poem. Seven 'Lively' Sins.

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I'm not the Messiah, but I'll preach passed the heavens,
Cleanse the sick and the sad of their woe and regression.
'Cause all the hospital gowns kneel and pray for remission
To a deck full of kings who are deaf or don't listen.
Good ol' Peter's got that list and you weren't sent an invitation
To that country-club concept you couldn't afford to buy in.
"So please collect your things,
Leave quietly:
Your idea of "Hell" is waiting,
'Cause when the collection plate
Was passed Sunday
You didn't make a donation."

But, I'd die for your sake
I'm a martyr, but not a saint.
Just sinning and smiling,
Love's my only faith.

Your price of salvation? Be a prideless samaritan.
Yet every houseless beggar you pass, you pretend you don't see him.
Hey, I'm not so divine, or "The Accuser of Brethren;"
I'm just a sidewalk song who gives into every temptation.
And when I die, eyes wide, grinning and high
We'll put the fun in "fun"eral:
An absent crucifix laughing betwixt
The careless and the careful.
Only one-hundred and forty-four thousand are chosen;
Read Revelation.
So, can you honestly profess to me
You deserve to be let in?

Still, I'd die for your sake.
I'm a martyr but not a saint.
Just sinning and smiling.
Love's my only faith.