Amazed by all these fingers dangling off these calloused hands Stunned by all these senses I can hardly understand I can feel your words they taste so loud I smell them with my own two eyes Am I Goddamn?
I can’t simply be, there must be more that makes a man God gave us a soul, he also gave us heart attacks I could be the savior of all my neighbors — Dear God, am I your long lost son? Am I Goddamn?
I could be your savior! Your super saver! Your soul, on sale at the right price! Open your eyes…
I am Goddamn
(An instrumental occurs as our narrator contemplates the dubious nature of this latest revelation)
I am no messiah, I’m just a mess Oh Christ, I’m just not that complex I’m no Goddamn
I’m the white devil, I’m marked, I’m cursed What’s worse; my ancestors were Klan Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Open your eyes! I am GoddamnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
