This won't be the last time, can't stop,
Next in line for the wage of sin.
No one knows when it's going to begin,
Pa**ing time in his father's skin.
He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.
Seven pictures on the wall,
Hidden voices start to call.
Number eight is still a thought,
Filling needs that can't be bought.
He came undone.
They'll say, some day -
He's his father's son.