Don't mess with the missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man A missionary man Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill For all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money Piled up to my chin

Crawling from hell Fallen from grace So we can reincarnate And there is nothing left to take Leaving the past to the grave You pull the trigger just for fun Forgetting I'm a loaded gun So hate me for the things I've done

(Where'd I go wrong?) The one and only day has come I'll pay for all the bad things I've done In the dark side (Bring on the panic, the un-controlling manic Suffocate the dreams in my mind Drown the thoughts that have me confined Murder dreams as black

There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be