Working man on his knees
Cracked skin on his hands
He tells himself he's one with the righteous
Goes to church every day
Lies, cheats and steals
Confesses then repeats the cycle
He goes out looking for answers
And all he found was his broken home
A wife with her foot out the door, and a son who hates his guts
He begs for forgiveness, and he screams to his god
Help me
Help me
Help me
Rinse me, again...
So he goes again
Hiding in communion
But four walls won't clean all his sin
But the truth is
When he looks inside himself
He knows no god would share his pride
He goes out looking for answers
And all he found was his broken home
A wife with her foot out the door, and a son who hates his guts
He begs for forgiveness, and he screams to his god
Help me
Help me
Help me
Rinse me, again...
Dear god
Help me