Somewhere is Jehovah, far away from me
I don't know why, sitting in the din of iniquity
He won't enter in, he won't change for me
Somewhere is a deity, full of love and silence
That won't forgive me for a long life of violence
Which I treasured, without affect to conscience
Oh, it's so unfair, the way He doesn't care
The way He expects me to bow to his whims
Oh, it's so wrong, when I sing a churchy song
He wants me to sing in accuracy about Him
If he loved me, I could do just as I please
He would change His life, his ways, for me
Isn't that what gods are for, in the long run?
I'm perfect as I am, I change for no one.
Somewhere a man sits, sticking needle into arm
Wondering, to himself "What could be the harm?"
In an hour, he will ask God to work his charm
He will beg for self control, he will beg for life
An hour too late, regrets will spring up, rife
An hour before, he could have changed his life
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