Talk To God

Wouldn't it be great To clean this dirty slate To one day be saved Though I feel it's getting just too late For me, you see That I'm just one bad seed And I think it's mighty strange That I feel such self restraint How do I talk to God? Calling him up might feel odd But I've got nobody else Maybe I'm just damned to hell It's hard to have faith In a fair weathered-friend But it's hard to believe that there's Nothing left at the end Of the line, yet it feels like I've got time I want something to believe in With a better reputation How do I talk to God? Calling him up might feel odd But I've got nobody else Maybe I'm just damned to hell How do I talk to God? Calling him up might feel odd But I've got nobody else Maybe I'm just damned to hell Maybe I'm just damned to hell Maybe I'm just damned