Father Finlee

To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake

Never seen a wall so high
Watch dogs around the clock
Guards at every corner (and they don't bother calling the coroner)
Once a man gets locked inside
He's here 'til the reaper knocks
Or so they thought, 'til they saw one night
That man escape, and to this day
Every inmate knows his name

To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake, hmm

Legend has it, he was raised in an attic
Mom and dad could barely afford the same pattern
Of asylum after asylum
Prayin' to Poseidon to keep the darkness outside of him
They say he never uttered a word
Until the crucifix around the neck of a corrections officer caught his eye
He said, "My, oh my, I think I just found my ticket out of hell on earth"

To the water Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake

It only takes a week or two to break a god-fearin' man
Ease him in with the small talk (and then plant ideas 'til his ears fall off)
Finlee played that guard like a fiddle
Turned his own fears into a homing missile
"Father, can you save my soul?"
"First, you gotta bring me a little C4"

Bang, flash, take an educated guess
How the blast didn't singe a single hair on his chest
He just stands in the rubble beneath the floodlights
Where despite the chains on his feet and weak muscles
He walked off, spawned a generation of knock-off
Fanatics who got caught claiming they was raised in the attic
To follow in the steps of a priest
Who traded his fate for the depths of the sea

Feet hurt, hands are dirty
Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30"
But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt, hands are dirty
Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30"
But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight

Feet hurt, hands are dirty
Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30"
But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight
Feet hurt (to the water), hands are dirty (Father Finlee walks)
Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" (hardly bothered)
But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight (by the ten-pound lock)

Feet hurt ('round his ankles), hands are dirty (every step he takes)
Warden says, "Supper ends 'round 5:30" (heaven's angels)
But I don't think we need to save him a seat tonight

To the water (to the water) Father Finlee walks
Hardly bothered (Father Finlee) by the ten-pound lock
'Round his ankles, every step he takes
Heaven's angels tremble in his wake (tremble in his wake)

To the water (to the water)