Testo Jesus Don't Like Beggars

It's hard to be alone at night with wolves with yellow eyes.
I've gotta buy a gun, I've gotta buy a gun.

I cry each day; my tears are cold, black within the sky.
I pray the devil runs, I pray the devil runs.

Jesus don't like beggars.
It told me on TV. You wrote it in big bright red letters: "Never made for free"
Jesus don't like beggars.
It told me on TV.
You wrote it in big bright red letters: "Never made for, never made for ye"

I saw a girl with straight white teeth, I asked her for some change.
She looked like Mary's twin; it could've been her kin.

Mary don't like beggars.
She told me on the street.
She screamed to get a job, "never made for, never made for.."
Mary don't like beggars.
She told me on the street.
She screamed to get a job, "never made for, never made for free."