Pancake - Tori Amos

I’m not sure who’s fooling who here

As I’m watching your decay

We both know you could deflate

Seems like you and your tribe

Decided you’d rewrite the law

Segregate the mind

From body, from soul

You give me yours, I’ll give you mine

'Cause I can look your God

Right in the eye

You give me yours, I’ll give you mine

You used to look my God

Right in the eye

I believe in defending

In what we once stood for

It seems in vogue

To be a closet misogynist homophobe

A change of course in our direction

A dash of truth spread thinly

Like a flag on a popstar

On a Benzodiazepine

You give me yours, I’ll give you mine

'Cause I can look your God

Right in the eye

You give me yours, I’ll give you mine

You used to look my God

Right in the eye

Oh, Zion please

Remove your glove

And dispel every trace

Of His spoken word

That has lodged

In my vortex

I’m not sure who’s fooling who here

As I’m watching your decay

We both know you could deflate

You could have spared her, oh, but no

Messiahs need people dying in their name

You could have spared her, oh, but no

Messiahs need people dying in their name

You say, «I ordered you a pancake»

You say, «I ordered you a pancake»