I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy And I don't know what to do And 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 color and shapes you do A paper part 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 is true, you never knew The passive power of the truth would cut me lose If I could write another phrase We might be better off this way But there's no use Oh, there's no use