i took the pain out of my pen
i took my self out of my selfish ways
and wrote all and wrote all
i took the heat off of my hen
and took my place upon the roof instead
and crowed and crowed
i’ve made a satyr from a saint
i’ve made a nun out of a lesbian
you are the person you’ve been always
you were just too young to know yourself back then
and if you think that you can change, well
then i hope you’re right
not even god can change your nature
but you can hold back, right?
i took the greed out of my grin
and sunk my teeth into my work instead
and they followed
i took my seat upon the stand
gave my account of what happened
and swallowed
i’ve made a satyr from a saint
i’ve made a nun out of a lesbian
you are the person you’ve been always
you were just too young to know yourself back then
and if you think that you can change, well
then i hope you’re right
not even god can change your nature
but he can hold out alright