I talked to him when I was eight
I lied awake,
he keeps me up,
I think he's mad at my mistakes
I went to church,
I thought I'd burn
I put my money in play, next time I'll earn
My grandmother was a deacon
Went to church every week and back home
And on the Bible,
praying for survival Do they know something I don't?
Mama,
I wanna believe you But I don't trust what I can't see
If God was real,
why'd he do that * to me?
I took the hits,
I take the blame I took the pills to take the edge off all
the pain I understand,
that's how you feel
But I let Jesus take the wheel,
he crashed my car into a field
My grandfather was a good man Worked his fingers down to the bone
And on the Bible,
praying for survival Does he know something I don't?
Papa,
I wanna believe you But I don't trust what I can't see
If God was real,
why'd he do that * to me?
Mama,
I wanna believe you But I don't trust what I can't see
If God was real,
why'd he do that Why'd he do that * to me?