LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGod Bless This Mess
I got some blood under my nailsI got some mud on my faceMy voice is shot I'm going greyThese muscles all acheDon't cry for me, I'm the life of the partyI'm smiling most of the timeI may be gritting my teethCan't get back where we startedThese days I'm doing just fineGod bless this messThis mess is mineI won't pound my chestOr criticizeI must confessI've lived, I've diedGod bless this messThis mess is mineGod bless this messThis mess is mineI knew every buried bodyPaid for each headstoneI may have led the prayers in publicBut I cried aloneFound God through sinBut this ain't my confessionI'll wait on judgment dayIt's lose or winGot no need for protectionStand up or out of my wayGod bless this messThis mess is mineI won't pound my chestOr criticizeI must confessI've lived I've diedGod bless this messThis mess is mineGod bless this messThis mess is mineThe howling doomsday dogsAre snapping at your feetRound here the sky is crackedBut won't admit defeatDown here there they got your backAnd good men stood at your sideThis treasure chest of ragsStill keeps this dream aliveGod bless this messThis mess is mineI won't pound my chestOr criticizeI must confessI've lived I've diedGod bless this messThis mess is mineGod bless this messThis mess is mine
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