its a catch or release the bate

he newer beleived  in your faith

like a loner he went up the mountain hill

the gore burming like a drill

drink up old son before the wheat is dry

make up for allt the mistakes youve tried

Hes got his heart all over mine

and im spending my time

Ladies and gentlemen 

i suppose im to drink that cup

shoove my independence down the drain

loose faith for your love and strangeled gain