I'm not sure who's fooling who here as I'm watching your decay We both know you could deflate a 7 hurricane Seems like you and your tribe decided you'd rewrite the law Segregate the mind From Body From Soul
You give me yours I'll give you mine cause I can look your God right in the eye You give me yours I'll give you mine You used to look my God right in the eye
I believe in defending in what we once stood for It seems in vogue to be a closet misogynist homophobe
a change of course in Our direction a dash of truth spread thinly Like a flag on a popstar On a Benzodiazapene
You give me yours I'll give you mine cause I can look your God right in the eye You give me yours I'll give you mine You used to look my God right in the eye
Oh Zion please remove your glove + dispel every trace Of His spoken word That has lodged In my vortex
I'm not sure who's fooling who here as I'm watching your decay We both know you could deflate a 7 hurricane You could have spared her -- oh but no Messiahs need people dying in their name You could have spared her oh but no Messiahs need people dying in their Name You say "I ordered you a pancake" You say "I ordered you a pancake"
Compositor: M Ellen Amos (Tori Amos) ECAD: Obra #25927835