Pass the Plate

ever wonder who's to blame? everybody's god, the same honey and novocaine everybody's god, the same the oath rests bedded in blood the sun sets swollen this eve stand tall, my son pass the plate and think of me ever wonder what's been lost? nail your checkbook to the cross cash in and up the cost nail your checkbook to the cross and as the old song is sung the deacons seem to agree kneel down, my son pass the plate and think of me ever wonder where'd it start? cast your arrows through my heart awfully sweet and shapened sharp cast your arrows through my heart what i give unto myself shall i not ten-fold receive? sweetdreams, my son pass the plate and think of me pass the plate and think of me