I've heard people suppose that I found
religion,
That I burnt up my sins in the fires of
conversion,
But I found God in a moment of teenage
desperation;
I just sometimes lose his number.
A friend of mine assumes that I just
found a mission,
But I've always been driven by a thing
I keep my head in.
In fact, the one I have now is even the
same one.
I just got a little better at it.
You might think that I got older and
smarter,
Or that I found something more to live
for,
Or even that I had one, and now I'm
trying harder,
and not a word of all of those is
right.
I just got a sense of humor about my
bad judgment.
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