Well maybe God has a plan for me
I could really use some divinity
But if that doesn't map itself out I guess
I'm gonna really have to man-up and
Watch out for the devil
Momma says God's eye is on me
These songs you've been writing,
Well, me and Jesus don't approve
Get over it

Well, it seem you're really nervous
About all the sexy drugs
That you're so convinced I do so much of
And I appreciate the concern, but I'm
Kind of insulted now
What kind of person do you think I am?

You're absolutely terrified
About the roof over my head
You count to yourself every day
About the ways I'll end up dead
And I try and try reluctantly
To do what that good book says
But this won't be the first time
That I play pretend
And,

Watch out for the devil
Momma says God's keeping up on me
I write these songs
You've been riding
Well, me and God don't approve

So over it is getting to the point
You say cry for weeks on end
And I never wanted that,
So lets take it down and sugarcoat
Every last word
Instead of lyrics from now on I'll just
Hum every verse
And,

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo

And I hate repeating myself
Release after release
This reel to reel is nothing more
Than a diary
And I know I must be
Responsible
I just need myself to know
How far this night ends

Watch out for the devil
I know you think he's already got me
These songs I've been writing
Are the only thing that keeps me
Away from evil

Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in anything?
Are you going to sleep tonight
With a bible under your bed?

Oh,
Come on