God's Good Medicine
If heaven's gate were open
And swinging on their hinge
I'd make a break for heaven's waste
And fill up your syringe
But I wouldn't mean to harm you
Nothing broken, nothing hurt
Just your glistening perfection
Scratched and tarnished with your dirt
You are my god and my god's good medicine
Must be the praises my vanity sings
Leprous - keeping me
Heretic - keeping me
Penitent - keeping me
Lashing out at everything
If heaven's gates were heaving and bending with the weight
Of a thousand lesser mortals, all apology, all hate
I would uphold your honor and keep the crowds at bay
At least until the moment your gaze would shift away
You are my god and my god's good medicine
Must be the praises my vanity sings
Leprous - keeping me
Heretic - keeping me
Penitent - keeping me
Lashing out at everything
If heaven's gates were open
That would be a first
(1993-94, St. John's)