Confession Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

As I sit here tonight
In the confession, Lord
I don′t know where to begin

I done so many
God awful things in my day
I destroyed those strangers at in

That mean old judge found me guilty
Of the only crime I didn't do
Said let the electric chair burn your sins away

Confession, confession

A lynch mob has gathered
Outside my cell
Oh I can hear them screaming my name

They got rope, they got pitchforks
Shovels and guns
They think they can make this beat in me tamed


But my spirit won′t die
Though my body blows cold
And it will risе them and continue my evil gamе
Confession, confession

And this man, he will struggle
To get through this life
In the end, he won't have a dime

Terrible things often happen
To those you of pure heart
Without meaning, without reason or rhyme

So Holy Father, I don't repent
For nothing I done
Back this I happy and living good times

Confession, confession


One
Right
Two
Greed
Three
Aw
Four
Five
Six
Seven
I′ve been guilty of all