The Apostle Paul

Oh, the drama Oh, the drama We gotta find a way to monetize all this trauma Oh the karma I'm such a whore for karma But I'm always attracting the wrong kind of attention I'm a charmer A black dahlia farmer They call me the triggerman, the puppeteer, and the sniper I'll be hiding in the treetops I'll sell all your sons and daughters into sweatshops And turn your happy home into a greenhouse for my hemlock The apostle Paul The apostle Paul He is tuned into a frequency that resides in us all I can't think of any reason not to trust a man with swagger I will never be a beggar in my own backyard I will never let my ego die quietly