i ll sing what i want sing what i feel because that s what s most real i want whichever you put in front of my eyes only what i can see and breathe in as long as it don t scratch against my lungs oh gloved hands to cement we re bound to lament until our fingers bleed and all our nails rip off oh but our little toes have been known to go walking down harlot s streets don t we know that we were made miracles don t we know that we were made to keep our hands clean and our shoulders back alright i dug these words up from a well set em on a shelf for every time that i ve got something smart to say sank like a ship into the sea was born upon the reef it s at the end of myself that i m made new again don t we know that we were made miracles don t we know that we were made to keep our hands clean and our shoulders back father of mine i know i m not really making you proud we ve all been lonely fruit with filthy branches looking down at the ground we tell im oh it s alright come to my room meet all my demands but then like morning light the verdict s out and truth walks in i didn t die for you to live like this i didn t die for you to live like this i didn t die for you to live like this oh i died for you to love don t we know that we were made miracles don t we know that were made to keep our hands clean and our shoulders back don t you know that your body is a temple so how bout you make how bout you make a little room for me oh how bout you make how bout you make a little room for me oh how bout you make how bout you make a little room for me how bout you make how bout you make a little room for me