Art Of Dying - Dog Is My Copilot - Текст песни

You could offer me patients or violence
 You could offer me blood or peace
 In a letter let me know when it's over
 Just keep it far away from me

 You could end him, you could let him go
 He's just a criminal I don't know
 You could hang him, you could set him free
 As long as he don't sit next to me

 God is gracious, god is good, he'll understand
 God is gracious, god is good, it's in his hands
 God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine
 And if your god met my god we'd be alright

 You could fill every mouth on the planet
 Or send me news of death toll highs
 You could tell me how to make a difference
 Not now, I've got plans tonight

 You could swing from an arrow or olive branch
 You could hang from the status quo
 You could offer me a heart for bravery
 As long as I don't have to go

 God is gracious, god is good, he'll understand
 God is gracious, god is good, it's in his hands
 God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine
 And if your god met my god we'd be all right