Oh sweet little boy, lovely wife
Fellow dumb-stricken urbanites
Oh parents, siblings out in the sticks
Neighbors blessing that fateful night

And anyone trying to hear
Through the din of a boorish year
And everyone singing "la la la"
Fingers stuck in what's left of your ears
For not giving as good as you get
Thinking some good could come of it yet
Though you may not be holding your breath
As God is my witness
I made this for you

I made this for you
Full of shine through the
Melatonin thinner
Toddler smiling through the
Dead of morning with a
A piece of construction paper covered in
Paste and glitter stuck to a tune you can hum
As you wait for the pundits to finish dissecting our fate
For one of a hymn at which good hearted sinners like us
Learn what's better to pray:
God help us
Or god damn this
As we leave the front pages in bed
With the war raging on in our heads
I could write a swath of humanity off
'cause of something that I just read
But I don't want to fight fire with fire
And I don't want to preach to the choir
Giving just as much hell as I get
To people who'd prob'ly like if I'm mad

So whether these days leave you laughing or crying
If you're doing your best to be kind
This land is as much yours as mine
As god is my witness
I made this for you
I made this for you
I made this for you