Ukulele Hymn

I can’t sleep
No I’m not complaining, just observing
I can’t eat
My words are the only food that I’m deserving
And it always seems to be the preacher’s daughter
That hunts you down just like a hired hand
And there must be drugs in that baptismal water
'Cause you can’t seem to become your own man
Now you have blood and I have fire
My innocence is scorched and dead
And this summer hung me upside-down with wire
And now the fire’s rushing to my head
I can’t sleep
No I’m not complaining, just reminding
I can’t breathe
I must admit my respiratory health is declining
And God, I swore I’d never hate Your houses
But right now I wanna burn this one to the ground
And I wanna be like Jesus, so I’ll flip all of their tables and I’ll call them
out
Now you have blood and I have water
My innocence, it has been drowned
And that 65% of me knows that you’ll ridicule me when I’m not around
I can’t sleep
You took your Bible Belt and wrapped it 'round my throat
Don’t be deceived
God isn’t mocked, but as for you
We can only hope
So bless my heart and run me in the ground
«Love me to death» and kick me when I’m down
And put this song into your hymnals and eat the words out loud
Like I do
When I can’t sleep
Oh, you
Are not like this
Oh, and I
Am not like you