Used to think it was God I feared the flaming sword the long white beard
And when I'd lay me down to sleep we'd make a deal my soul to keep
That if I followed the straight and true did what I never wanted to
When I died the slate would clear I used to think it was God I feared
I used to wonder about those men who went away and then came back again
I never wanted to be so wise if it meant that look in those hollow eyes
I'd see them standing out in the rain around the corner of Church and Main
A thousand yard stare and a three day beard
I used to think it was God I feared
Reverend Lee, Reverend Lee
What do I do now I see the light is just some train that’s bearin' down
When all I was is all I’ll be
Shackled to some destiny I fear I haven’t strength to turn around
I used to learn about black and white how this was wrong but that was right
Then I learned about consequence how a past imperfect meant a future tense
Now I live in the land of grey where things are done in a different way
I shoulda listened to the Sisters Wyrd
To think I used to think it was God I feared

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