So I sing a song. To reel 'em in. It's a song I sung before. And a song I'm gonna sing again. I mean every word. I don't mean a single one of them. Oh Lord. Make me pure. But not yet. Tell a joke. Tell it twice. If no one else is laughing. Then why am I. I split my sides both times. And laugh untill I cry. Oh Lord. Please make me pure. But not yet. Don't have to try. I just dial it in. I've never found a job. That for me was worth bothering. I've got a ton of selfish genes. And lazy bones beneath this skin. Oh Lord. Make me pure. But not yet. Smoking kills. Sex sells. I've got one hand in my pocket. But the other one looks cool as hell. I know I'm gonna die. So my revenge is living well. Oh Lord. Make me pure. But not yet. I stopped praying. So I hope this song will do. I wrote it all for you. I'm not perfect. But you don't mind that do you?. I know you're there to pull me through. Aren't you?. So I look for love. I like the search. And I'll be standing for election. All across the known Universe. That every president. Get the country she deserves. Oh Lord. Make me pure. But not yet. And I've been seeing. Somebody's wife. She said she'd leave him for me. And I said that wasn't wise. You can't lie to a liar. Because of all the lies. Oh Lord. Please make me pure. But not yet