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Mamma she found Jesus
Daddy he found God
with blood at the table
outsiders got the nod
Jesus always short of money
God 140 proof
nothing worse than growin' up
under a stranger's roof
I think I'm still me
I think I'm still me
trying hard to make you see
I think I'm still me
Preachers and empty bottles
overdrawn and overheard
bill collectors and the backhands
all shaken and stirred
self loathing self inflicted
battle or a truce
another promise made
tearing itself loose
I think I'm still me
I think I'm still me
trying hard to make you see
I think I'm still me
Some get the wrong idea
others not at all
most just look through me
passing in the hall
another stranger with no name
face just blending in
trying to learn the difference
between sinners and sin
I think I'm still me
I think I'm still me
trying hard to make you see
I think I'm still me
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