Offensive Coordinator

There are millions of confessions
Under catholic oppression
And it's hardly worth a mention
That I took a man's possessions
On his way to hell (What?)
And I have a truth to tell
I know you're busy and I really shouldn't ask for help but—

Why? When you can see that this is too much for me
Why? When I can't feel it, it's still too much for me

Never mind the logistics, take the money and run...
Never mind the logistics, take the money and run...
Never mind the logistics, take the money and run...
Never mind the logistics, take the money and run...

I am making chemical weapons in my basement
By the light of Walmart battery operated torches
But hey I might take the money and run

Yeah you said it— it's not getting better
Yeah you said it— it's not getting better
Yeah you said it— it's not getting better
Not if but when, we start and we end in limbo

I think I may have lost my dancing shoes...

Don't be irresponsible
Because there are strangers
Relying on you...

Why? When you can see that this is too much for me
Why? When I can't feel it, it's still too much for me