Jonas's Soliloquy

Well it's some kind of scam,
 Isn't it?
 It was all just too packed,
 Wasn't it?
 It's that kid and his mother in cahoots with one another
 Sure, it's gotta be that.
 Doesn't it?
 What's the game?
 Well who knows?
 Should've seen it I suppose
 Well, they worked me and they played me
 Can't believe they nearly swayed me
 Or it might be a fluke
 Mightn't it?
 Could be all in his head
 Couldn't it?
 Something wrong in his attic
 Psycho-what's the word-somatic
 Would explain it instead
 Wouldn't it?
 That makes sense
 It was odd
 All that crap with him and God
 And those morons really think they got a miracle
 Swear they'd felt the hand of fate
 Anyone can see it's not a miracle
 Time to set those suckers straight
 No one here but me can make a miracle
 I'm the guy who pulls the strings
 I say where and when to fake a miracle
 Get it folks?
 There's no such thing
 Well, we're just flesh and bone
 Aren't we?
 In this world on our own
 Aren't we?
 Fine with me, I've succeeded, I am all I ever needed,
 And we're better off alone
 Aren't we?
 Aren't we?
 Aren't we?
 What the hell happened in that tent tonight?
 Can't be you, you're not real
 Are you?
 And you know faith can't heal
 Don't you?
 But if good did come through me
 Don't just stand there, prove it to me
 Come on, make me a deal
 Won't you?
 Wipe the slate
 Make me new
 Point the way to something true
 Do it now, cause I'll never ask again
 Give me something to believe in
 One damn thing and we'll be even
 Go ahead
 Here I am
 Bring it on
 Please...
 Amen