Friday, July 16, 2004

Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Just what God needs- one more victim.
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday, I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself, everyday,I crucify myself
 My heart is sick of bein'- I said my heart is sick of bein' in chains
Got a kick for a dog, who’s beggin' for love
I got a have my suffering so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter, he says, will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday, I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself, everyday,I crucify mysel
My heart is sick of bein'- I said my heart is sick of bein' in chains
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Where are those angels when you need them?

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