If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise of reoccurring themes
Of love and God and war
Will you make amends for the way we understand
These aren't the things we think about when we think about our jobs anymore
I'm so sick of this bed, I felt compelled to create
Left it for you, waiting in nightline space
A record click, to ease the pain
To slip the soft features of your face
You can put your window down
You can put your window down
And put your musical taste
On this no man's landscape
Take it up, don't need to relate
To these troubled states
God please save these troubled states
God please save these troubled states
And I can't set aside all the condescending lies
They're making us believe about state and faith and law
And every dark-skinned man a criminal
Every white Christian forgivable
We're choosing sides, soldier's lives in the new culture war
I'm so sick of this bed, I felt compelled to create
Left it for you, draped in a drink case
Outside your place, heaven sent
If I'm not tough and I keep you awake
I think we share the collective pain
Of these troubled states
God please save these troubled states
God please save these troubled states
Some of us are going to hell
But we want a hell of a place
Insanity for defense
And vanity for attack
Written upon the desk in a book
Tried to plan the death
We'll fix the fat and ugly with incisions
We'll stash the gay and limber up in the windows
We'll keep the black and poor
In and out of constant threat of prison
And they'll all feel blessed
Just for being part of the vision
Just for being part of the vision