Some will 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. I tell a joke, tell it twice, If noone else is laughin', then why am I. I split my sides both times and laugh until I cry. Oh Lord, please make me pure, but not yet. I 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 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 looked for love, I like to search and I'll be standing for election. All across the known universe, and every president'll 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.