Put It in a Song

They tell us that we don't understand, we do.
They tell us that we're all lazy, we ain't.
They tell us that we're going to hell, we aren't.
They tell us that the power is might, and it ain't.
They tell us who they hate hate hate, we won't.
They tell me that I'm violent, and I ain't.
They tell you that you missed your mark, you didn't.
They tell us we have equal chance, and we don't.

Well maybe we should all bring them in close.
Comb them all down 'til they feel soothed.
Show them we can all change water into wine,
once we understand the best purpose for life.
Be realistic with your reflection.
Maybe some of us should let go of billions.
Easy for us to help the lost children,
keep up minds and their own (art/our?) education. (?)

Go take a journalist job, then lie.
Become a policeman and then, just lie.
Get elected leader and, then lie.
Say you're a man of faith then lie.
Just speak the truth is all we cry.
Protect the innocent is all we cry.
Don't lead corrupt is all we cry.
Don't use your faith for gain we cry.

Last night when I spoke with god,
said my followers are lost,
that my preachers are distraught.
And I don't know where I went wrong,
try to make 'em all strong,
would you put this in a song?

So I went and wrote the words right down,
the man and the band on the top of fair ground. (?)
Then the label went and let it on through,
maybe a-scared of weird money would accrue. (?)
Then the preacher said you can't speak for god,
it makes you a liar and it makes you a fraud.
And what is the gospel in the bible,
maybe god was just being a bit awful.

Last night when I spoke with god,
said I don't know where I went wrong, went wrong.

I tell you that you do want to stay, because you do.
I tell you that you're doing just right, because you are.
I tell you that you're life will be fine, because it will.
I tell you that you are love, because you are.
I tell you that you will hit your mark, because you will.
I tell you that you're beautiful, because you are.
I tell you that you're talented, sure are.
I tell you that you are perfect the way you are.

Last night, when I spoke with god,
said my followers are lost,
that my preachers are distraught.
And I don't know where I went wrong,
I tried to make them all strong.
Would you put it in a song?

Last night, when I spoke with god,
said my followers are lost,
that my preachers are distraught.
I don't know where I went wrong,
tried to make them all strong.
Would you put it in a song?