Dusty Bibles

Watch your mouth boy, don't you talk like that

The holes inside my hands show you have all my love

I know that I'm not good enough

No, I will never measure up

My hands are about to fold

It's hard to get up out of bed

I look up to the sky and I say, "I'm done, I'm done"

And he said

"Watch your mouth boy, don't you talk like that

The holes inside my hands show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

You're my child, the apple of my eye

The holes inside my side show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

So why would you live life like you weren't worth me dying for?"

Well, my dearest of apologies

The finding of the death of me

I found the low

I give up, giving in to lies

I'm trading all my debts for life

I remember what you said to me

"Watch your mouth boy, don't you talk like that

The holes inside my hands show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

You're my child, the apple of my eye

The holes inside my side show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

So why would you live life like you weren't worth me dying for?"

You have all my love

Hey!

You have all my love

"Watch your mouth boy, don't you talk like that

The holes inside my hands show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

You're my child, the apple of my eye

The holes inside my side show you have all my love (ooh-ooh)

So why would you live life like you weren't worth me dying for?"