Lyrics The Silent Comedy – 30 Coins

When at f‌irst I met the man
His heart was beating in his hand
He said we have a mutual friend
But he’s let it go to his head

Never wanted to betray
I stumbled on a pretty face
There’s wine for guilt and wine for play
Judgment for another day
As it turns out she enjoys
What I can buy with thirty coins

Can you feel it
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire

Can you feel it
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire

Here’s St. Peter at the door
He was there the night before
His eyes are weak, his heart is sore
From thrice having betrayed his lord
The reason he’s so damned annoyed
Is someone owes him thirty coins

Give your soul to Jesus Christ
But the devil pays a better price
But once he has you thus employed
He only gives you thirty coins

Can you feel it
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire

Can you feel it
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire
Burning like f‌ire