Текст песни Tithe

You've got the dirty bones And I've got nothing to wash them with But after we sing this song I've got so little left I've got less Oh, how the collar's strong The links disintegrate one by one Just pull the yoke along Cause I've got nothing tithe Like I have promised I would do Still I am at fault Take this paltry advantage that is due Before you take a soul You've got the gold throne And I've got the broken hands You've got the gold throne And I've got nothing to tithe Like I have promised I would do Still I am at fault Take this paltry advantage that is due Before you take a soul Tithe like I have promised I would do Still I am at fault