[Verse 1]

You've got the dirty bones

And I've got nothing to wash them with

But after we sing this song

I've got so little left

I've got less

[Verse 2]

Oh, how the collar's strong

The links disintegrate one by one

Just pull the yoke along

'Cause I've got nothing to tithe

[Chorus]

Like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault

Take this paltry advantage that is due

Before you taint your soul

[Bridge]

You've got the golden throne

And I've got the broken hands

You've got the golden throne

And I've got nothing to tithe

[Chorus]

Like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault

Take this paltry advantage that is due

Before you taint your soul

I tithe like I have promised I would do

Still I am at fault