Of Minor Prophets And Their Prostitute Wives
I treated you as if you were a princess
You treated me like a cop
I gave you boundaries to save you from certain death
Dangling from the end of the rope
Come home, darling
Come home quickly
Come home, darling
All is forgiven, so come home quickly
But your still playing for a love you'll never find
Outside of these arms of mine
The whole town is one step behind you
With the hang man on call
They've got the judge and you're convicted without a plea
Darling, they will listen to me
Darling, they will listen to me
Darling, they will listen to me
