I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy   I don't know what to do   I am the only son of a pastor I know   who does the things I do   but if it was you I don't think that it would matter   oh and if it was true then I just wouldn't matter      I was amazed at the colour and shapes you drew   a paper cut for two   I am the only son of a bastard I know   that knows the bastard too   because it was you I called it a different story   but if I was you I'd make this a simpler story      I bet you did what you did when you did it   to do it again by the time you were done with it   I bet you did what you did when you did   just to tell every friend that you have that the Lord did it      I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter   you finally knew that you simply couldn't matter   I guess that it's true you never know   the passive power of the truth so cut me loose   if I could write another phrase   we might be better off this way   but there's no use   no there's no use