Ike Reilly - Junkie Faithful lyrics

The minister has fleeced the congregation And the junkie faithful want, their money back There were rumors in the rectory That all they had was lost I don't mind waiting 'till you find your man Across town the rented store front, needing and broken Shaky coffee hands were outside smokin' On the sidewalks k**ing time Between sleep and getting high I don't mind waiting 'till you find your d** The sentence was his crime against his nation And the junkie faithful asked, what have you done? I was called to be lucky, not to be dumb Don't wanna be busy when my calling comes I don't mind waiting 'till you find your man I don't mind waiting 'till you find your d** I don't mind waiting 'till... You find your God