When I think of the things that I do for my fellow men
I must admit I don’t do very well
But I don’t need to live being devoured by sorrows and
Feelings of guilt won’t protect me from hell
			             
I’ve never been good at remorse or confessing
I’m one of the kind that would rather deny
But I’m blessed with a face that shows love and good will
And a hypocrite smile behind which I can hide

Now it won’t take a fortune to feel purified
If a conscience is willing to be pacified
Soon my sleepless nights will be gone
When the sales on the guardian angels are on
	
I never stood up for my lies and my promises
I found my personal truth in the facts
But slightly I slipped from the main road to God,
With this cheap contribution I’m back on the track

Now I don’t give much money, so both of us gain
She is the martyr and I am the saint
I think, no I know that I did what I can
To finally fall in God’s grace again

I got a letter and it got here today
With a photograph showing the village I saved
It points out one girl, though they all look the same
Saying I paid enough now to give her a name

Caroline is the one with the cross on her breast
Standing right out from the rest

Caroline is the one with the shoes at her feet 
I provide for her to look sweet

Caroline, let my pennies and prayers bring wealth
While I eat to your health

Caroline, we are planning your christening
In time I’ll have paid for my sins
		

Arr : snakes, M : Baillieul, T : Baillieul