The preacher said "Fuck you God,
I'm coming for you"
Guess it's just one of those days
When he didn't come through
"Though all you preach is love
And blessings they're for all
This coffin's way too small
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
Your plans so a man could understand
The things you don't do"
The preacher took off his coat,
Dragged the dog collar from his throat
Rung his hands in despair,
Sparked a cigarette and smoked
Breathing fire, spitting fumes
On every word he choked
"If upon this beach we walked
And you carried me when I was lost
Then oh Lord, let me be
'Cause I'm struggling to see the plan in your majesty
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know
Your plans so a man could understand
The things you don't do
For doubt has grown in me
For doubt has grown in me"
