I'm a blasphemer, not a prophet, nor saint
Conspiracy, oh your tragedy awaits
The painter hid her right in plain sight
It's pay to play and you'll see the light
Taste and see that he is good
Kneel down to your free sample's foot
Tommy told a tale and he was disowned
Some call dismay, and some say he's bold
Where did Tommy go
He writes and no one's sold
Where did Tommy go
He writes and no one's sold
The prophecy that was foretold
Of a God who walked in skin and bone
It spread that he was a perfect soul
Tommy was silenced before the truth took hold
A match made in heaven with the flesh and blood
A man and woman who fell in love
Story that is lost in time
Stand in line for your sip of the wine
Where did Tommy go
He writes and no one's sold
Where did Tommy go
He writes and no one's sold
