The Chosen One
yeah I'm drowning in a bottle in a Motel with no face, yeah drowning in a bottle in a liquid with no taste, and she reminds me of all the mistakes I made, then she reminds me of the price that we all paid

I'm just a bum I'm not the chosen one. I'm just a waster stealing Carnival sun. I'm just the kinda guy who sometimes comes undone
I'm not the chosen one

Hallowed be thy name thy will be done
Hallowed be the Mother & the Son
Hail to all the lines the Preacher said
Wop-bop-a-loo-bop all the way