Your secrets crawling through the window
To face the mirror of itself
Your faith ran out you're falling down
Seeking truth in the written ground
Praying out
Your faith will lift you out
You're an outcast
Little church boy
Calling for help like a broke beggar
Dirty and weathered on the ground
Your tin can rattles with the coins of
Pity and despair from the world
Praying out
Your faith will lift you out
You're an outcast
Little church boy