I'm not one of the faithful
I've only come for your wine
And I'd give my soul
For an endless cup
Show me where to sign

The preacher grew horns
His head like a goat
He passed me the cup
And the wine flowed like blood
As it poured down my throat

For your mortal soul
This cup that never goes empty
I slaughter the flock
And the blood flowed like wine
And I slash my own neck

Into a crooked smile
From ear to ear
Down my chest
And the blood flowed like wine
Until I was dry

Well, the joke is on you
I've seen all of my life
I've lied
And robbed and cheated
And butchered my wife

So I'll drink from this cup
And soon I'll be lit
But the wine flowed like blood
Through the hole
That I cut in my neck

I've reaped what I sowed
So this is my lot
And I'm given the curse
Of an unbending thirst
But can't quench my desire

So the joke is on me
The emptiness is mine
My body's a cup
That can't hold a soul
A wither old fire

And the blood flow through the aisles of the church
And the souls filled the steeple
They opened the doors
And the blood flowed like wine
From all the dead people