I haven't forgotten the spots around our soul
reaching in to make us whole.
I know about your wondrous love,
but I'm still cursin',
I'm still lyin', smoking, drinking, trying to be good.
Even though I stole my Mother's car and got a tattoo,
can I be good enough for you?
And God says:
"No, my child. You never will be.
You'll never be good,
you'll never be clean,
you'll never be worth a thing.
That's why you have me."
reaching in to make us whole.
I know about your wondrous love,
but I'm still cursin',
I'm still lyin', smoking, drinking, trying to be good.
Even though I stole my Mother's car and got a tattoo,
can I be good enough for you?
And God says:
"No, my child. You never will be.
You'll never be good,
you'll never be clean,
you'll never be worth a thing.
That's why you have me."