Father Jim went to the liquor-store

Twice as pissed as the day before

Screamed dealer Ratface you're a whore

Then he shot him in the stomach

He gave his victim one more look

Then a short prayer for the life he took

A few lines from the Holy Book

A skin-imitated paperback

One day he just came to town

Since then he's always been around

A tuxedo dressed vagabond

In snake-skin boots from Mexico

He used to serve his theory

A kind of street theology

Got a " Jesus is in love with me "

Tattoo at his forehead

Hunting like a hunted dog around the town

Lost in the foggiest fog that's been around

The world is a sick merry-go-round

You can ride till they lay you six feet down

So hunt like a hunted dog around in the town

Jim ran down the alley lane

The night was dark, without moonshine

With 14 bottles J.P. wine

And a snapshot of the murder

Father Jim fell down on his knees

Prayed: Jesus you're so good to me

In this wood full of Judas trees

I'll try to protect your rumour

The night was dark, as I've told before

When Jim ran back to the liquor-store

One lesson he had learned before

There is always a tomorrow

Back at the liquor-store

Nothing was like just before

Even Ratface was not on the floor

No blood, his heart started beating

Then Jim ran out that door again

The shot was fast, he felt no pain

The last we saw was Jim's brain

Running down the main street