I'd send you a rain god of painted balsa wood
It's only regular, it won't matter none
I'd rather a real god, who pushes buttons well
I'd rather run it like a Corleone
I'd run it well
When in hell, when in hell do as the hellions do
I think that I can learn I wouldn't bet my life
I think that I can learn but don't hold your breath
I think that I can learn if I try real hard
I think that I can learn, what a wierd idea
Always in trouble for taking hand-outs and patting Jesus on his jelly roll
Now the "L" train keeps track of turmoil
I'll put a pistol where the whore had a hold
I'd run it well. I'd run it well. When in hell, when in hell do as the hellions do
I think that I can learn I have never tried
I think that I can learn, what would Jesus say?
I think that I can learn, what would Jesus say?
I think that I can learn, what would Jesus say?
I think that I can learn, what would Jesus say?