How many time do I have to lie 
Before you believe me? 
And how many time do you have to beat me 
Before I learn how to play? 
And where are the authorities 
When you need somebody blown away 
And how many arrows do I have to suffer 
Before I'm a martyr? 
Is it true that you have to do good 
Before people will 
Pay for a look at your bones? 
You've got to be kidding me 
Does this mean that I'll never be a saint? 
 
With my pockets full of platitudes 
And my dusty crown of thorns 
Yeah it's used but barely worn 
And I have crawled broke and desperate 
Through the dumpsters of the Lord 
 
And once I was an ugly sea 
I wrestled in my sleep 
And hurled foul threats and curses 
At the sky 
I pounded on the stubborn shore 
Cause it can never be a symphony 
If nobody cries 
 
And how many bodies and how many boxes 
Before it's all over? 
And how many time do I have to cry 
Before they wash me away? 
Head I do: It's a comedy 
Tails I don't: And I see another day 
 
With my pockets full of platitudes 
And my dusty crown of thorns 
Yeah it's used but barely worn 
And I have crawled broke and desperate 
Through the dumpsters of the Lord 
 
Once I was a rusted ship 
Forsaken on the rocks 
A tangle of green ligament and bone 
I wrangled with the sullen sea 
For it can never be a tragedy 
If nobody dies