He washes me at top speed:
He's the General Electric
When I lost me, He taught me
How the principle's neglected
The end goal: win your
mental and spiritual connection
And ten toes on those insoles
Will make simple your direction
One foot in front of the other
Like Passover, we're covered
Now cousins of every color
Is coming for his Comfort
Like Comet in the cupboard
He's scrubbing all the scuffs up
We knuck buck or bust blammers
But the buck's stuck on the Lamb's Blood
It reveals my bad manners.
A heel by McMahon's standards.
If I lust or I fuss,
I can trust His justice and candor.
He's in a league of His own,
Batting my tears away.
So whenever I strike out,
I can clearly proclaim:
I NEED YOU TO PURIFY ME
