I'm nether killer, nor a thief, Nor a blackmailer or whore's chief. For what my business or a sneeze I'll be cut like piece of beef?
I was picked up and I was tied, Was badly flogged but I defied. I wasn't out of my mind But couldn't answer.
Who am I? I can't resolve this problem either, And sprinkling road with blood of mine They led me, where by the time Was sitting hangman and deciding Which way he'll cut my head.
I didn't cross the line of law, I didn't pass the side of sin. Without crime I was blowed... Missionary! That's the thing!