If their tears were made of gold, I would be a rich man
If their hearts were made of stone, I would be a saint
Now and then I think about,
what kind of man I’ve become
What have I become?
They’re at the gates
And that’s our fate
They’re never late
They never wait
They see us
They hear us
They find us
And they forgive nothing
If I could hide my carnal sins, I would be a preacher man
If you could see my deepest thoughts, I would be convicted
Now and then I think about,
My God, what have we done?
They’re at the gates
And that’s our fate
They’re never late
They never wait
They see us
They hear us
They find us
And they forgive nothing