I’ve been begging All year now I’ve been on the run From your nagging The wishing the yelling It seems never-ending There’s been prayer cause I have Built churches to please you Carved out the stones with My own bleeding hands Yet you’re telling me Don’t make a fuss We have cameras rolling Pull up the curtain and Don’t forget to be thankful After you serve Also, hurry You’re my own creation Yet stick out in my nightmares With power that No stack of papers should hold A thesis they told me is just-so the challenge To make your ambition shrink Hand in to stop worries About fitting the mold