Father, I must beg forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony is draped in tarp
I have violated Monsieur Clavier's regulations
You know that I can not deal with him
I beg you. Help, father, help me.
I'm standing in boots of cement, father, help me.
I said "Russian roulette is not a good idea"
But he felt in good spirits, so he forced me along
I saw him spin the magazine
He placed the barrel between his teeth
I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can say no to the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
Tony has a formidable doppelganger
Track him down, set up a contract, give him money.
You can grab a handfull out of our donations
You can become like most folks, or become a priest
But never come back, for your days here are numbered
I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can say no to the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows