They're gonna wash his hands
They're gonna cleanse his soul
They're gonna show him Jesus
And tell him that's he wrong
They're gonna put him in a lake
And try to keep him dry
Tell him he's not crying
And tell him he's just fine
They're gonna make him better
They're gonna make him hard
They'll put all new cracks in
So only they can let themselves in
They're gonna assure his parents
That he'll come back okay
That he'll be the man they wanted
And not the man he is
And he'll be free
Won't he be free?
Cause the world is tough on people like him
But they don't tell him
That the world is them
It's the only world they'll let him see
And they'll fix him
They'll fix him
They'll read him Bible verses
They'll break out all their tricks
They'll baptize him again
And hope this time it sticks
And they'll pray
And they'll pray
Telling him he'll be okay
Telling him he's not okay
Telling him he'll be okay
Telling him he's not okay
And inside he feels it dying
All the passion that he has
Slowly being stripped away
Secretly thinking maybe he can put it someplace
Where he can go back and get it another day
Then turning away from himself
And praying harder
And hoping if he does
He'll be clean
Why can't he be clean?
And they put their hands on him
And they say all their amen's
And they push and pull and pin him up
To see where the wound is
To see if they can find the infection
The place where sin crawled in
And in that moment
He feels like Jesus
And he's right
He's just right
But they're gonna fix him
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