[Lyric] Serve Me Lord (Paris (FRA))

I'd see the sign in the curfew
You'd see the rain through the make-up
These are the things we are going through
While we all know your schemes are just fucked-up

I'd hear the piano in the hall
Driving the waves out of control
These are the things we are bound to do
While we all know you're growing cold

So we run around, drive through town
Kiss the ring of the underground
Well it's written on your face
You are bored

We'd come and go through my virtue
You'd come and go through my walls
There is no place this will lead us to
At least we both know the joke is old

Well, wipe my feet now baby
I'm just the kind of Jesus-Christ you deserve
Serve me lord
Serve me Lord!