Lord
They built you up, built you so big.
So big I can't tell what's imagined just a good idea, gone bad.
But I love you, lord, for all this.
And it's a shame the way they've made you out how they made you.
They made you some pissed off man.
A whole lot of pissed off men made you.
Don't leave me, lord, if you're really in there.
Writer/s: Apollo Sunshine