[Verse 1]
You've got the dirty bones
And I've got nothing to wash them with
But after we sing this song
I've got so little left
I've got less

[Verse 2]
Oh, how the collar's strong
The links disintegrate one by one
Just pull the yoke along
'Cause I've got nothing to tithe

[Chorus]
Like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault
Take this paltry advantage that is due
Before you taint your soul

[Bridge]
You've got the golden throne
And I've got the broken hands
You've got the golden throne
And I've got nothing to tithe

[Chorus]
Like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault
Take this paltry advantage that is due
Before you taint your soul
I tithe like I have promised I would do
Still I am at fault