Father Finlee (feat. Justin Ray Stringer)

To the water Father Finlee walks Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 'Round his ankles, every step he takes Heaven's angels tremble in his wake Never seen a wall so high Watch dogs around the clock Guards at every corner (and they don't bother calling the coroner) Once a man gets locked inside He's here 'til the reaper knocks Or so they thought, 'til they saw one night That man escape, and to this day Every inmate knows his name To the water Father Finlee walks Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 'Round his ankles, every step he takes Heaven's angels tremble in his wake, hmm Legend has it, he was raised in an attic Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern Of asylum after asylum Prayin' to Poseidon to keep the darkness outside of him They say he never uttered a word Until the crucifix around the neck of a corrections officer caught his eye He said, "My, oh my, I think I just found my ticket out of hell on earth" To the water Father Finlee walks Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 'Round his ankles, every step he takes Heaven's angels tremble in his wake It only takes a week or two to break a god-fearin' man Ease him in with the small talk (and then plant ideas 'til his ears fall off) Finlee played that guard like a fiddle Turned his own fears into a homing missile "Father, can you save my soul?" "First, you gotta bring me a little C4" Bang, flash, take an educated guess How the blast didn't singe a single hair on his chest He just stands in the rubble beneath the floodlights Where despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic To follow in the steps of a priest Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea Feet hurt, hands are dirty Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight Feet hurt, hands are dirty Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight Feet hurt, hands are dirty Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight Feet hurt (to the water), hands are dirty (Father Finlee walks) Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" (hardly bothered) But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight (by the ten-pound lock) Feet hurt ('round his ankles), hands are dirty (every step he takes) Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" (heaven's angels) But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight To the water (to the water) Father Finlee walks Hardly bothered (Father Finlee) by the ten-pound lock 'Round his ankles, every step he takes Heaven's angels tremble in his wake (tremble in his wake) To the water (to the water)