Hanging around in some empty bar
The Priest and the Thief finish up their jars
The sun is rising as they fall apart
But they don't seem to mind
Going around and beating the bush
The Priest and the Thief try to reach their homes
The more they drink, the more they roam
As they're becoming one
A two faced God, with the town in their hand
"Get out of here", they yell to the crowd
The one they're supposed to feed, the one they're gonna rob
They find no shame in looting the mob
And they don't seem to mind
Every night they go to the pub
Two different consciences, two different minds
The more they share, the more they talk
As they're becoming one
A two faced God with the town in their hands
The Priest and the Thief
Go sacking around town
One with his preaching
The other, with the hands
They leave nobody
Out of their crime
They pillage the city
From the top to the ground
As they're becoming one
A two faced God with the town in their hands