Holy Man

I'm not a holy man

Ain't gonna make it to the promised land I'm not the nicest guy

Sure as shit I'm gonna make you cry I won't throw the first stone

I'll pick up the second And I'll drive it home

Together we climbed the Tower of Babel Above the jerks, the whores and the rabble

If I saw you teetering on edge Oh, baby, well, here's my pledge

I'd reach out and give you a shove And watch you tumble from up above

From my throne, precipice or summit I'd stand above you and watch you plummet

Like Roadrunner watches Wiley hit the ground First the dust, then the sound

Well, I'm not a holy man I'm never gonna make it to the promised land