What a mess you've made of yourself, son
What a mess you've made of yourself, my son
When you were only eight
You didn't seem to want to make a mistake
What a mess you've made of yourself, son
What a mess you've made of your life, son
What a mess you've made of your life, my son
When you were only eight, you only wanted to concentrate
And what a mess you've made of your life, son
And God said to Abraham, "Hey buddy, you do the math"
But Abe was trying with all his might
Just to keep on going along the beaten path
The elevator filled up with your plans will forever fly up and down
But it's a matter of time before it's buried in the ground
What a mess you've made of your world, son
What a mess you've made of your world, my son
I remember you were only eight
You thought you'd already sealed your fate
And what a mess you've made of your world, my son
And God broke the barriers
And he reached down and picked you up
And you stared right into his face
With a grin that cried that you didn't really give a fuck
The accusations fly like the fur
Of the stone-faced men who didn't learn how to love
'Cause, well, the tough take off when the going gets tough
And you never wanted something more to live beyond
When you learned to open your shell
And you never asked for your time in the blue
To come to a screeching halt
But the doors swung open and you let yourself inside
Of your own private hell
And God took the implements
And he boiled you down to a batter
And unless you can take back all these years
You'll be out on your own and served on a platter
There go your hopes and dreams
Only to be drowned in a sea of ignorant fear
Because the truth of the matter
Is that the truth of the matter never completely comes out clear
And God said to Abraham, "Hey buddy, you do the math"
But Abe was trying with all that he had
Just to keep his ass dragging along the beaten path
The elevator filled up with your plans will forever fly up and down
But it's a matter of time before it's buried in the ground
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