If I could do what I want I would become an electrician I'd climb inside my ears And I would rearrange the wires in my brain A different me would be inhabiting this body I'd have two cars, a garage, a job And I would go to church on Sunday A diagram of faulty circuitry Explains how I was made And now the engineer is listening As I voice all my complaints From an orchestra of shaking metal keeping me awake I was just wondering if there's any way that you made a mistake Because I miss you the way that I miss nicotine If it makes me feel better, how bad could it be? Well I heard there's a fix for everything Then why, then why, then why Then why not me? The 1st of April saw the sickening repair Wore my best shirt to the clinic decorated with a laminate name No one is laughing from an audience of folding plastic chairs And I'm not fooled when you tell me that you're glad I came Am I honest to admit or just a hypocrite? I know I should be being optimistic but I'm doubtful I can change Grit my teeth and try to act deserving When I know there is nowhere I can hide From your humiliating grace Because if you swear that it's true Then I have to believe What I hear evangelicals say on TV And if there's enough left after everyone else Then why, then why, then why God why not me?