It's a thin line - between kook and saint
It's a thin line - between kook and saint

It's somewhere in slums of Calcutta
and she's doing her things
There's knock on the front door
and abandoned girl disease-ridden
Who is it?
She opens up the door and lets her in
Never once asks her how's it been
She says: "Are you hungry?"
"Did you eat yet?"
Here, lay yourself on the bed
change on clean dress
All the time she's smiling
Never once complains of a thing
It's five o'clock in the morning
Mother Theresa, she's unselfish as can be

It's a thin line between kook and saint
It's a thin line between kook and saint

The neatest creed in the world
could be the meanest creed in the world
If you want it that way -
You keep twisting it
You will pervert it
You really make up something real foul
That'll really really is just pure hate -

I see that mean website
Full of rancour and hate
It's a quite of shock
Really a libel parade
You couldn't believe someone
could preach something like Phelps, ha!
You didn't think that man had the balls
But here it is -
and his actions speak louder than words

It's a thin line - between kook and saint
(repeat)