Confession Songtext
von Those Poor Bastards

As I sit here tonight in confession, Lord
I don′t know where to begin
I done so many God-awful things in my day
I destroyed both strangers and kin
That mean old judge found me guilty
Of the only crime I didn't do
Said, "Let the electric chair burn your sin away"

Confession, confession


A lynch mob has gathered outside my cell
Oh, I can hear ′em screaming my name
They got rope, they got pitchforks, shovels and guns
Think they can make this beast in me tame
But my spirit won't die though my body grows cold
No, it will rise up and continue my evil game

Confession, confession

An honest man, he will struggle to get through this life
In the end, he won't have a dime
Terrible things often happen to those pure of heart
Without meaning, without reason or rhyme
So Holy Father, I don′t repent for nothing I done
Fact is I had me a pretty good time

Confession, confession


Now let me meet you in southern Tennessee
My pride, your greed
Lust, envy
Let me rest, Lord
Yeah, I′ve been guilty of them all
Oh, but sin can be sweet