God

I got a question

Let me ashe you, can you explain your reasoning to me?

It ain't a matter of my hard luck or bad luck

When there's no luck in it for me

I'm not the type of man to hold a gruge against

Something I can hardly see

But to say that there's a reason for everything

Make me doubtful and intrigued to say the least

God you don't want to answer me

But if you do, you'd better agree

God you've got the strangest sense of humor

You're too funny to be so heavenly

I got you number and you own me

Show me a little common decency

I kneel before you and you bless me, test me

And answer with a plague inside of me

I'm not the type of man to pleas with the sky above

Or with the demon under me

But to say that there's a reason for everything

Makes me doubtful and intrigued to say the least

God you don't want to answer me

But if you do, you'd better agree

God you've got the strangest sense of humor

You're too funny to be so heavenly