How many time do I have to lie 

Before you believe me? 

And how many time do you have to beat me 

Before I learn how to play? 

And where are the authorities 

When you need somebody blown away 

And how many arrows do I have to suffer 

Before I'm a martyr? 

Is it true that you have to do good 

Before people will 

Pay for a look at your bones? 

You've got to be kidding me 

Does this mean that I'll never be a saint? 

 

With my pockets full of platitudes 

And my dusty crown of thorns 

Yeah it's used but barely worn 

And I have crawled broke and desperate 

Through the dumpsters of the Lord 

 

And once I was an ugly sea 

I wrestled in my sleep 

And hurled foul threats and curses 

At the sky 

I pounded on the stubborn shore 

Cause it can never be a symphony 

If nobody cries 

 

And how many bodies and how many boxes 

Before it's all over? 

And how many time do I have to cry 

Before they wash me away? 

Head I do: It's a comedy 

Tails I don't: And I see another day 

 

With my pockets full of platitudes 

And my dusty crown of thorns 

Yeah it's used but barely worn 

And I have crawled broke and desperate 

Through the dumpsters of the Lord 

 

Once I was a rusted ship 

Forsaken on the rocks 

A tangle of green ligament and bone 

I wrangled with the sullen sea 

For it can never be a tragedy 

If nobody dies