It’s a fucking stupid,messed-up world.
I’ve got my God.He speaks to me every day.
Some thing Ijust can’t work out.So I leave them be.OK?
Even if Ithink they’re wrong.
Because I know one day he’ll make me understand.
I’ve got that trust.
It’s called belief.
I’ve been on control since three o’clock yesterday.
32 cabs,not that you’d care.It’s a stupid fuss over a birthday party.
Does it give respect to God?Does it promote peace?
Does it help the poor?It’s an affront.
So why do we have to do it anyway?
Because I love that woman more than these legs I drag myself along on,and what she wants,she gets.
