The Old Believer Lyrics

Up and left, you see
I could call this home

It's the devil inside of me
Responsibility
But take a ride on the old believer
Tell me how it's wrong

Holy clocks have all gone home
And the criminal interest takes home

Coastal breeze, you'll see
Red, red souls find their graves

How does a man lose
All his earthly wits?
Is it acid
Trapped in the pouring rain?

Is it Trojan heathens in your veins?
Over the banter
Look down the crucifix

But take a ride on that old believer
Tell me I'm still wrong

Holy clocks have all gone home
And the criminal interest takes home