On my good days I’m a Pharisee,
avoiding breaking laws
but on my bad days I’m a prostitute
I’m clinging to my flaws
I can never believe You’re as good as You say
and You can never let me down,
I’m a slave to sin and grace the same;
I’m a corpse wearing a crown
On my good days I’m a Pharisee
I want to do your job for you,
but you say to me tetelestai,
it’s finished, nothing left to do.
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