Dunk me in the water I will come out new again Spirit, fill my mind with color and I will find you in the end Fill my life with lovers… one in music, one in a wife, one in a savior to justify me pride And I have no need for wealthy brothers I've no desire for the lavish sort of life And I just want to please my mother She aint been right since my father died …but neither have I, to hell with trying If ever I knew a god, he was better than the one I've got If ever I knew a beggar, he was better than the richest lot And if ever I knew my father…my father, he raised me better Brace this place with praises 'cause God I need your graces O' my God, I need your graces Brace this place with praises 'cause God I need your graces O' my God, I need your graces The thing about love, when you haven't given enough Is it sticks to whatever suits your cause And love is a colorful thing…hate is a colorful thing We are such colorful beings We are brilliant, colorful, colorful beings We are colorful