From nice words
To victims
And drug addicts
And the mentally ill
They say he's a saint
Or some dark witch, otherwise
One of the good kind
Kind of like Solomon
It's said
It's a sin to lose him ..

He walks in dark clothes
Knows all the death that he knows
"Only death" reaps, and sews.
Says just what he wants.

Until the outburst
Of some faith-question
Too much for the biker
And the unwanted one, too
Both of us know
We hate each other
He was Levi, and Levi, and Levi, too.
You heard
And it's true
That's what they say
He's a sin to lose.
And it's wrong
And it's not nice
And it's not nice
And it keeps you still
Blinking your eyes
Once he's two or three years away

It's a sin to lose him
It's a sin to lose him
Yet
He's always ready
So ready
To say goodbye.
So ready
To curse you
With his goodbye-eyes.

His hemmed clothes
And perfect teeth
Only hurting sometimes
Though he looks real bad
The more that he shines
With an ego too big
And a chauvanist (check the spelling)
He's always ready to change his mind
It's too late this time.
With what you're mixed in.

And it's always been said
Ever since St. Thomas Aquinas
It's a sin to lose him.
He wasn't questioning.
He wanted you to have more faith..
He was just asking.
It's a sin to lose him.
They all say
It's a sin to lose him