Words #1
And she has no eyes,
She has no hands, no mouth,
A vision of Greek mythology.
And he has no form,
He has no spine, no mouth,
A vision of Christian pathology.
"Tell it, c'mon, amen,"
the choir cries, the pastor cries,
"The Word is the worst tool
for mortal irresponsibility!"
Make it right, make it fly,
Faster than the twinkling of an eye,
The dawn'll come sooner than the end of the day,
It's just the way it goes, I know it's hard to believe.
The Lord giveth, and the lord taketh away,
as the Law of Conservation says.
She has no hands, no mouth,
A vision of Greek mythology.
And he has no form,
He has no spine, no mouth,
A vision of Christian pathology.
"Tell it, c'mon, amen,"
the choir cries, the pastor cries,
"The Word is the worst tool
for mortal irresponsibility!"
Make it right, make it fly,
Faster than the twinkling of an eye,
The dawn'll come sooner than the end of the day,
It's just the way it goes, I know it's hard to believe.
The Lord giveth, and the lord taketh away,
as the Law of Conservation says.
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