Adonai, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Ever since the dawning age
All our very lives were shaped
And worshiped to our Lord
Well, heaven helped
Heaven held
Helped himself just
Helped themselves
Do what the hell they want
Until we reach the age of reason
If God is here
And God is love
Was he there when I got touched?
While I was calling out his name?
I call it real tough love
Unless you love to pick your bodies up
And tow them to the grave
Although it really isn't likely
That you exist at all
I’m asking most politely
To the one who made it all
Would you want me to
Do unto you?
What'd we do
To you too?
If what we do
Is due unto you
Everyday millions pray
To all of your different names
Shelter me from harm
Well, your earthquakes make tidal waves
Hurricanes will batter people till they starve
Yet there is no eternal reason
That wars are waged
Women raped
Children in your very shape
stripped and sold for porn
I guess disease means love
That’s why you don’t pick them bodies up
The bodies that you made
So what really is the answer
Presume that it’s your own
Because I’m asking most politely
To the one who made it up
Would you want me to
Do unto you?
What'd we do
To you too?
If what we do
Is due unto you
What'd we do?
Why, Adonai?
Turned aside
So would you want me to
Do unto you?
What'd we do?
Would you want me to
Do unto you?
Oh, what'd we do?
Why, Adonai?
Turn aside