God Bless This Mess (Live from the London Palladium)歌词

I got some blood under my nails
I got some mud on my face
My voice is shot, I'm going grey
These muscles all ache
Don't cry for me, I'm the life of the party
I'm smiling most of the time
I may be gritting my teeth
Can't get back where we started
These days I'm doing just fine

God bless this mess, this mess is mine
Won't pound my chest or criticize
I must confess, I've lived, I've died
God bless this mess, this mess is mine
God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I knew every buried body paid for each headstone
I may have led the prayers in public, but I cried alone
Found God through sin but this ain't my confession
I'll wait on judgement day
It's lose or win, got no need for protection
Stand up or out of my way

God bless this mess, this mess is mine
Won't pound my chest or criticize
I must confess, I've lived, I've died
God bless this mess, this mess is mine
God bless this mess, this mess is mine

The howling doomsday dogs are snapping at your feet
'Round here the sky is cracked, but won't admit defeat
Down here there they got your back and stood at your side
This treasure chest of rags still keeps this dream alive
God bless this mess, this mess is mine
Won't pound my chest or criticize
I must confess, I've lived, I've died
God bless this mess, this mess is mine
God bless this mess, this mess is mine