So I'll sing a song to a realer man It's a song I 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
I don't have to try, I just dial it in I've never found a job that for me would
be worth bothering I've got a ton of selfish genes and layers
of bones beneath this skin Oh Lord, please make me pure, but not yet
Smoky kiss, sick *** 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
Oh Lord, make me pure, but not yet I'll stop 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 long for love, I like the 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 somebody's 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