Firewater - Isle Of Dogs

How many time do I have to lie
Before you believe me?
And how many time do you have to beat me
Before I learn how to play?
And where are the authorities
When you need somebody blown away
And how many arrows do I have to suffer
Before I'm a martyr?
Is it true that you have to do good
Before people will
Pay for a look at your bones? You've got to be kidding me
Does this mean that I'll never be a saint?

With my pockets full of platitudes
And my dusty crown of thorns
Yeah it's used but barely worn
And I have crawled broke and desperate
Through the dumpsters of the Lord

And once I was an ugly sea