Interpret:

Robbie Williams

Album:

Intensive Care

So I sing a song
To reel ´em in
It´s a song I´ve 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


Tell a joke, tell it twice
If no one else is laughing 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 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´ve 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 look for love
I like the search
And I´ll be standing for election all across the known universe
Every president 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