[00:17.49]Boys, they've got wicked things on their minds.
[00:19.17]Before the father said you're toein' the line.
[00:28.29]Like a finch on Saturday, sin with wings.
[00:36.24]Give your tongue to God, on Sunday sing.
[00:51.00]It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
[01:08.85]But she was born to cry.
[01:09.36]To cry herself to sleep.
[01:20.01]Red cowards in the home of the brave.
[01:21.39]Rather the knaves and crooks that twist the good book.
[01:34.17]Peasants, paupers, pilgrims they are the same.
[01:38.79]They give their dollars to God but they need their pay.
[01:54.48]It all seems fine. These things are off your mind. Remember we're born to die,
[02:11.22]But she was born to cry.
[02:11.85]To cry herself to sleep.