Текст песни God the Fool - Andy Squyres

For the wounds that I've inflicted, for the wounds that I've received
I offer you my bitterness, I offer you my grief
For the trust that I have broken, for the lies that I have told
Forgive me God for giving, my heart away for gold
I'm a merchant in your temple, selling sinners doves
You turn over my tables with your foolishness oh God

I am a sly sidewinder, a brood of vipers in your hand
You're an Appalachian preacher who I cannot withstand
I'm running to your altar, I'm weeping on your floor
I feel your love inside my heart, I wanna feel it more
You said be wise and gentle like the serpent and the dove
Only heeding half of your own advice is your foolishness oh God

For the snow upon the mountain, melting down into the sea
I will sit with you in silence and listen to you sing
I will ask you all my questions, I will waste all of your time
You don't give the poet answers so the poet gives you rhyme
What kind of mad man are you, taking on the worst of odds
I'm chalking up my fortunes to your foolishness of God