Broke City - The Pill lyrics

He took a chance on them And he's wondering where she's been Why are they asking all the wrong questions again? Hard times when names are dropped And they can't stop what he's got No easy answers for him this time Saint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint Paul They want your money, honey, give them it all She's crying in her sleep And her tears are all she keeps Why are they asking all the wrong questions again? You've paid your penitence Why won't they accept that? Be careful what you ask for next time Saint Mark, Saint Peter, Saint Paul They want your money, honey, give them it all Tell me, tell me, tell me so Tell me, tell me, tell me no So soon we'll see What sets us free And are we braver at all? Sometimes I find the pill gets hard to swallow