Is this the strange feeling of you working all to good
Cause I am so confused; Don't even ask for what I should
When I asked for and deserved a stone, you broke and gave your body as bread
And even the stone that dropped down
And rolled away spoke of the one who bled
There you go working good from my bad
There you go making robes from my rags
There you go melting crowns from my calves
There you go working good of all I have
Till all I have's not that bad
Verse 2: (same as v1)
When I asked for and deserved a serpent
For you so loved the unlovable
That you gave the ineffable
That who so believes the unbelievable
Will gain the unattainable
There you go working good from my bad
There you go making robes from my rags
There you go melting crowns from my calves
There you go working good of all I have
There you go
There you go
There you go
There you go
Till all I have is not that bad
It's not that bad
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