I´ll sing what I want, sing what I feel,
Because that´s what´s most real.
I want whichever you put in front of my eyes
Only what I can see and breathe in
As long as it don´t scratch against my lungs

Oh, gloved hands to cement we´re bound to lament
Until our fingers bleed and all our nails rip off
Oh, but our little toes have been known to go
Walking down harlot´s streets.
Don´t we know that we were made miracles?
Don´t we know that we were made
To keep our hands clean and our shoulders back?

Alright,
I dug these words up from a well, set ´em on a shelf
For every time that I´ve got something smart to say
Sank like a ship into the sea was born upon the reef
It´s at the end of myself that I´m made new again
Don´t we know that we were made miracles?
Don´t we know that we were made
To keep our hands clean and our shoulders back?

Father of mine,
I know I´m not really making You proud
We´ve all been lonely fruit with filthy branches
Looking down at the ground
We tell ´im "Oh, it´s alright,
Come to my room, meet all my demands!"
But then like morning light the verdict´s out
And truth walks in,
I didn´t die for you to live like this.
I didn´t die for you to live like this.
I didn´t die for you to live like this.
Oh, I died for you to love!
Don´t we know that we were made miracles?
Don´t we know that were made to keep our hands clean
And our shoulders back?
Don´t you know that your body is a temple?
So how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me?
Oh how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me?
Oh how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me?
How bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me.