God Bless This Mess - Live From The London Palladium

I got some blood under my nails, I got some mud on my face

My voice is shot I'm going grey, These muscles all ache

Don't cry for me, I'm the life of the party

I'm smiling most of the time

I may be gritting my teeth, can't get back where we started

These days I'm doing just fine

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I won't pound my chest or criticize

I must confess, I've lived, I've died

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I knew every buried body paid for each head stone

I may have led the prayers in public but I cried alone

Found God through sin but this ain't my confession

I'll wait on judgement day

It's lose or win, God no need for protection

Stand up or out of my way

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I won't pound my chest or criticize

I must confess, I've lived, I've died

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I wound pound my chest

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

God bless this mess, this bless is mine

The howling dooms day dogs

Are snapping at your feet

Round here the sky is cracked

But won't admit defeat

Down here there they got your back

And good men stood at your side

This treasure chest of rags

Still keeps this dream alive

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I won't pound my chest or criticize

I must confess, I've lived, I've died

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

I won't pound

God bless this mess, this mess is mine

God bless this mess, this bless is mine