You Can't Crucify Yourself

While I sit and think of another song that we can sing
 You can fret and think of another wrong I did bring
 And I can't move the sun, babe, to make you shine
 I'm the only one who can say that this light is mine
 I think I'll close my eyes
 While you snap, "Where's my map"
 I think I'll go and did you know
 Can't crucify yourself
 Now that takes two
 Maybe you could use some help
 And if you do, just say you do
 Every pickle comes from cucumber
 You don't have to act appalled
 Where's my door and where is my number?
 I'm lost in these halls
 And I'm not saying
 I don't like your carrion
 But your preacher's pride
 Is just like Marion
 And when I felled a bird
 Then you'd laugh at your half
 That you let rot
 Now, doll, here's a thought
 Can't crucify yourself
 Now that takes two
 Maybe you could use some help
 And if you do, just say you do
 Can't crucify yourself
 Now that takes two
 Maybe you could use some help
 And if you do, just say you do