I’ve got no grief I’ve got no dirt on my hands, so the joke said I’ve seen the thief he’s got the cross on his back, he wears a crown on his head now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now No priest can save you now no son of mine Black ink runs deep don’t wait get out in time With no relief there ain’t no cost to your plan, the wall is dead I heard the poet’s got his pen in his hand, and in his book he writes down I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now I’ve got the beat back in my heart now No priest can save you now no son of mine Black ink runs deep don’t wait get out in time No priest can save you now no son of mine Black ink runs deep don’t wait get out in time