Blunt

Mm… Mm…
Mm… Mm…
We used to be so cute
What happened to us?
What happened to us since then?
From Tonka trucks to nukes
What happened to us?
What happened to us since then?
«Your sins are myriad,»
So says our God
Well, God, if you’re serious
You botched the job
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
Mm… Mm…
Mm… Mm…
Was it you who made the shape
Up in the garden?
Up in the garden, Lord?
Was it you who set the stake
Up which we’re climbing?
Up which we’re climbing now?
«Your sins are myriad,»
So says our God
Well, God, if you’re serious
You botched the job
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
Baby, better get your tools
Got a lot of work to do
Baby, better get your tools
Got a lot of work to do
Baby, better get your tools
Got a lot of work to do
Baby, better get your tools
Got a lot of work to do
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so many?
If you knew your chisel was blunt
Why did you make so many of us?
Why did you make so, make so many?
Mm… Mm…
Mm… Mm…