Make Me Pure (Edit)

Some will sing a song to reel 'em in

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

We don't have to drive, I just dial it in

I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering

I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones

Beneath this skin

Oh, Lord, please 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 the search

And I'll be standing for election

All across the known universe

Let every president get the country she deserves

Oh, Lord, make me pure

But not yet

And I 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 lies

Oh, Lord, please make me pure

But not yet