Make me pure




So I sing a song
To real'em in
It's a song I've sung before
And a song i'm gonna sing again
I mean every word
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure
But not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If noone else is laughing there why am i
I split myself both times and laugh till i cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure
- but not yet

I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me
Was worth bothering
I've got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
Beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure
But not yet

Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket
But the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure
But not yet

I stopped praying
So I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect
But you don't mind that, do you
I know you're there
To pull me through, aren't you

So I look for love
I like to search
And I've been standing for election
All across the known universe
every president
Get the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure
But not yet

And I've been seeing
somebodys wife
She said she'd leave him for me
And I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar
Because of all the lies

Oh Lord, please make me pure
But not yet
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