Tithe

You've got the dirty bones

And I've got nothing to wash them with

But after we sing this song

I've got so little left

I've got less

Oh, how the collar's strong

The links disintegrate one by one

Just pull the yoke along

'Cause I've got nothing on tithe

Like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault

Take this paltry advantage that is due

Before you take a soul

You've got the gold throne

And I've got the broken hands

You've got the gold throne

And I've got nothing on tithe

Like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault

Take this paltry advantage that is due

Before you take a soul

Tithe like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault