Everything Rests On Your Small Shoulders - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

I remember when you thought you found God

Painted a cross on your forehead

And wandered around the back yard like a saint

Or a shepherd tending to his flock

The irony is not lost on me

And for all your newfound love

You still seem like a bastard

Then you carried on like all the world was yours

To pity and to teach and comfort

Is it because of how you forget yourself

That all your terrible deeds have been undone