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