I'd like to be a Martyr if it didn't hurt too much
But I know I wouldn't make it if I tried
I'd like to be a Christian if he didn't take too much
But I know I want my ego to survive
Don't get mad, don't get mad, O I can see your eyes are sad Lord,
Maybe I don't understand your ways
I don't want to take and leave you and occasionally believe you
That's not the kind of loving that you need