Tim Minchin - Thank You God Lyrics
I have an apology to makeI'm afraid I've made a big mistakeI turned my face away from you, LordI was too blind to see the lightI was too weak to feel Your might I closed my eyes; I couldn't see the truth, LordBut then like Saul on the Damascus road, You sent a messenger to me, and soNow I've have had the truth revealed to mePlease forgive me all those things I saidI'll no longer betray you, LordI will pray to you insteadAnd I will say thank you, thank youThank you, GodThank you, thank youThank you, God... Thank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mumI had no idea, but it's suddenly so clear nowI feel such a cynic, how could I have been so dumb?Thank you for displaying how praying works: A particular prayer in a particular churchThank you Sam for the chance to acknowledge thisOmnipotent ophthalmologistThank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mumI didn't realize that it was so simpleBut you've shown a great example of just how it can be doneYou only need to pray in a particular spotTo a particular version of a particular god, And if you pull that off without a hitch, He will fix one eye of one middle-class white *****I know in the past my outlook has been limitedI couldn't see examples of where life had been definitiveBut I can admit it when the evidence is clear, As clear as Sam's mum's new cornea(And that's extremely clear! )Thank you, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mumI have to admit that in the past I have been skepticalBut Sam described this miracle and I am overcome! How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention Should open my eyes to this exciting new dimensionIt's like someone put an eye chart up in front of me And the top five letters say: I C, G O DThank you, Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawedI assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynicalIt's simply that his interests aren't particularly broadHe's largely undiverted by the starving masses, Or the inequality between the various classesHe gives you strictly limited passes, Redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glassesI feel so shocking for historically mockingYour interests are clearly confined to the ocularI bet given the chance, you'd eschew the divine And start a little business selling contacts online***** me Sam, what are the oddsThat of history's endless parade of gods That the God you just happened to be taught to believe inIs the actual one and he digs on healing, But not the AIDS-ridden African nationsNor the victims of the plague, nor the flood-addled Asians, But healthy, privately-insured Australians With common and curable corneal degenerationThis story of Sam's has but a single explanation: A surgical God who digs on magic operationsNo, it couldn't be mistaken attribution of causationBorn of a coincidental temporal correlationExacerbated by a general lack of educationVis-a-vis physics in Sam's parish congregationAnd it couldn't be that all these pious people are liarsIt couldn't be an artefact of confirmation biasA product of groupthink, A mass delusion, An Emperor's New Clothes-style fear of exclusionNo, it's more likely to be an all-powerful magician Than the misdiagnosis of the initial condition, Or one of many cases of spontaneous remission, Or a record-keeping glitch by the local physicianNo, the only explanation for Sam's mum's seeing: They prayed to an all-knowing superbeing, To the omnipresent master of the universe, And he quite liked the sound of their muttered verse.So for a bit of a change from his usual stunt Of being a sexist, racist, murderous cuntHe popped down to Dandenong and just like thatUsed his powers to heal the cataracts of Sam's mumOf Sam's mumThank you God for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum! I didn't realize that it was such a simple thingI feel such a dingaling, what ignorant scum! Now I understand how prayer can work: A particular prayer in a particular church In a particular style with a particular stuff And for particular problems that aren't particularly tough, And for particular people, preferably whiteAnd for particular senses, preferably sightA particular prayer in a particular spotTo a particular version of a particular godAnd if you get that right, he just mightTake a break from giving babies malariaAnd pop down to your local areaTo fix the cataracts of your mum!
