Deathbed

As I watch your hand reach down for me
I pray your God is watching
And jotting down everything he sees
Oh, if you're in heaven, then God must hate me
(Oh, if you're in heaven, then God must hate me)

All those people screaming as the cats pass by
Holding bibles, I guess they were right
I deserve it 'cause I'm made so cheap
Oh, if God is perfect, then he didn't make me
Oh, if God is perfect, then he didn't make
Me
Me
Me
If God is perfect then he didn't make me

You lay in shambles on your deathbed
At the mercy of the one who grants forgiveness
You beg like a dog
And I watch as you cry

I wish whatever God there is or isn't
Made me less like you
Man, I'm your spitting image
Whatever God lay before you now
He's not perfect, because he made you, make
Me
Me
Me

(You lay in shambles on your deathbed)
(At the mercy of the one who grants forgiveness)

As I watch your hand reach out for mine



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Writer(s): Cricket Register
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