Good Enough: The Effects of Fundamentalism on the Heart

They beat us hard

with the book so well

yet the scars were inside

so no one could tell

They said "be good"  

you gotta do right

never good enough though

we prayed day and night

The years passed by

and we grew more f*cked

trying to be most perfect

by their rules of conduct

Twenty made us forty

and forty made us eight

and we couldn't even manage

to keep our heads on straight

Depression was our friend

happiness was our foe

after time had tic-tock passed 

there was no safe place to go

We got mighty exhausted

our gas was in the red

we didn't feel like livin'

but f*cked if we turned up dead.

Your book put us in prison

in solitary, a box

no hope to see the daylight

or other prisoners in cell blocs

So we finally turned insane

but you blamed us even still

we didn't have enough faith

in the one nailed on the hill.

 You wind us even tighter

and our hearts turn into gel

while you tell us we're not good enough

and bound our souls to hell. 

Finally we  make a decision

die here or take leave

you've killed our hearts already

and loving God we can't conceive

So while we lay in our caskets

six feet inside the earth

don't come to our grave singin'

about some holy soul rebirth

 Amazing Grace how sweet the sound

that saved a retch like me?

I once was lost, but now I'm found

hanging dead from a tree.