"There was a rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate was laid a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who desired to be fed with what fell from the rich man's table. Moreover, even the dogs came and licked his sores." Luke 16:19-21
From the brightest star /
Comes the blackest hole
You had so much to offer /
Why did you offer your soul?
I was there for you baby /
When you needed my help
Would you deny for others /
What you demand for yourself?
Cool down mama, cool off / Cool down mama, cool off
You speak of signs and wonders /
I need something other
I would believe if I was able /
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
You were pretty as a picture /
It was all there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychology /
With a mouth full of teeth
You ate all your friends /
And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
You speak of signs and wonders /
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able /
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
Where you live should not decide /
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed /
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by
And you speak of signs and wonders /
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able /
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
