If God didn't want me to play with myself
He wouldn't have given me pockets
If God had intended that life never ended
Why did the b***** make death?
If God didn't want me to tear out my eyes
He wouldn't have given them sockets
So I took a spoke and poked out my eye
He moves in mysterious waves
If God hadn't wanted transvestites
He wouldn't have made me attractive
Dressed up in dresses, my guess is He blesses
The beautiful just for being there
If God had required me to stay with you
He wouldn't have given me railways
You're in labour again, I'm riding a train
God requires merchant marines
If God didn't mean me to kill people
He wouldn't have given them life, would He
If God didn't want me to murder that c***ney
Why did he give me this knife?
Well, it stands to reason, dunnit?
It's only logical
There's a reason behind everything
Everything that happens to you
It's His message, innit?
He put the knife right in my hand
God don't believe in my freedom at all
That's why He put me between prison walls
And here in my cell I'm living to tell you
He moves in mysterious waves
If God didn't mean me to 'ang myself
Why make this 'ook in the ceiling?
And why make bananas, sheets and pajamas?
He moves in mysterious waves
He wouldn't have given me pockets
If God had intended that life never ended
Why did the b***** make death?
If God didn't want me to tear out my eyes
He wouldn't have given them sockets
So I took a spoke and poked out my eye
He moves in mysterious waves
If God hadn't wanted transvestites
He wouldn't have made me attractive
Dressed up in dresses, my guess is He blesses
The beautiful just for being there
If God had required me to stay with you
He wouldn't have given me railways
You're in labour again, I'm riding a train
God requires merchant marines
If God didn't mean me to kill people
He wouldn't have given them life, would He
If God didn't want me to murder that c***ney
Why did he give me this knife?
Well, it stands to reason, dunnit?
It's only logical
There's a reason behind everything
Everything that happens to you
It's His message, innit?
He put the knife right in my hand
God don't believe in my freedom at all
That's why He put me between prison walls
And here in my cell I'm living to tell you
He moves in mysterious waves
If God didn't mean me to 'ang myself
Why make this 'ook in the ceiling?
And why make bananas, sheets and pajamas?
He moves in mysterious waves