You Can’t Crucify Yourself

While I sit and think of another song that we can sing

You can fret and think of another wrong I did bring

And I can't move the sun, babe, to make you shine

I'm the only one who can say that this light is mine



I think I'll close my eyes

While you snap, "Where's my map"

I think I'll go and did you know



Can't crucify yourself

Now that takes two

Maybe you could use some help

And if you do, just say you do



Every pickle comes from cucumber

You don't have to act appalled

Where's my door and where is my number?

I'm lost in these halls



And I'm not saying

I don't like your carrion

But your preacher's pride

Is just like Marion



And when I felled a bird

Then you'd laugh at your half

That you let rot

Now, doll, here's a thought



Can't crucify yourself

Now that takes two

Maybe you could use some help

And if you do, just say you do



Can't crucify yourself

Now that takes two

Maybe you could use some help

And if you do, just say you do