CULPRIT (The martyrdom of Joseph Smith)
Where's the golden book you hide
That you say was prophesied
I'm not a savior or an alibi
I need the former not the latter kind
Where's the stone that bends your eye
You say you read it line by line
And I'm not educated or divine
Took 90 days without a proper scribe
Culprit
Let the truth confound the wise
Culprit
Tar and feather
Whip and chain
Scar me for the rest of my life
A chipped my tooth
To slur my speech
But I will speak up every time
I'm like the lamb
I go to slaughter when it's time
So how culpable am I?
Exonerated of my crimes
I'm never guilty brother
Anywhere you preside
I'm like the lamb
I'll go to slaughter when it's time
Two hundred cowards
Painting faces in the night
Something missing in your life
You need mine
Culprit
An unnecessary crime at a necessary time
Culprit
An unnecessary crime at a necessary time
Culprit
An unnecessary crime at a necessary time
Culprit
An unnecessary crime at a necessary time
Carthage
Awh
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Culprit
An unnecessary crime
(They're gathering outside)
Culprit
An unnecessary crime
('Cause a martyr has to die)
Culprit
An unnecessary crime
And a necessary crime
Culprit