Seven Judges

Seven teachers

Seven women love seven preachers

You do your hair up nice

Wear your pretty dress

We’ll go out babe

And we'll smoke cigarettes

You think I’m mad

But I’m out of my mind

 

Seven priests

Seven whores

Seven soldiers fought seven wars

You promised the world to the meek and the lowly

We face the end with no faith in the holy

You think I’m mad

But I’m out of my mind

 

Seven sins

Seven secrets

Seven sisters had seven weaknesses

A magpie on a wire

A dark burning fire

You think I’m mad

But I’m out of my mind

 

Seven pirates and seven nuns

The seven sinners they had seven sons

I hurt inside my skin

Won’t let nobody in

You think I’m mad

But I’m out of my mind

 

Dark rain been falling

Black sea been rolling

A grey sun been shining

A blood red moon

A lost child

And my jealous soul