The Smashing Pumpkins - Psalm 131 lyrics

Lord, my heart's not vain Nor my eyes unchanged by season Lord, hear my voice A servant in your choir I've no choice to sing Sing, sing, sing for all who wonder Sing, sing, sing for all you squander A mother to her child Doesn't count the ways A father to his child Knows the score The work is done The child is gone The flags, the schools The books, the broken rules You carry my name You carry my coat You carry my looks You carry the map back home to you It's a lucky stroke to be so cruel A lucky stroke to seem so cruel It's a lucky stroke to be so cruel Lord, my heart's insane I don't buy what's strange But what's stranger is Lord, my will's estranged From the grace you gladly offer to us Sing, sing, sing for all who suffer Sing, sing, sing for all you squander A mother to her child Doesn't count the ways A father to his child Just knows The work is done This child sings for you The rocks, the songs This child sings for you To get back home To get back home To get back home To get back home