by Jason Burke
About the Song
If faith were cheaper, everyone could afford it.
Credits
Vocals: Jason Burke
Drums: Matthew Porcaro
Guitars: Todd Serafin
Bass: Oliver Sampson
Lyrics
Catch a teacher for a hit-and-run,
A slick Ricky with a bible gun.
Put a hole in your head while their playing
Cats in the Cradle again.
Mercy, mercy, from a sister in black
Whose got enough hips to give you a heart attack.
God saved the queen before I got a
chance to make my case.
Run willy-nilly to momma before I get a second mortgage loan.
Bustin’ ass for another clean glass, and grab the telephone.
Lord, help me find my faith, I’m growing older.
Lord help me find my faith before I sell my soul.
I got a two-pence or a dime to spare,
another breath mint on my tongue.
Two lonely losers with a flock of their own
tripping shroomies while they’re young.
I got a doctor ’cause I’m feeling bad
but his calling don’t match his hand.
I need a preacher with a heart of grace
to show me how to get to the promised land.
Run willy-nilly to momma before I get a second mortgage loan.
Bustin’ ass for another clean glass, and grab the telephone.
Lord, help me find my faith, I’m growing older.
Lord help me find my faith before I sell my soul.