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VERSE 1
I’m in chains you’re in chains too
I wear uniforms and you wear uniforms too
I’m a prisoner,
You’re a prisoner too Mr Jailer
I have fears you have fears too
I will die, you sef go die too
Life is beautiful
Don’t you think so too Mr Jailer
[CHORUS:]
I’m talking to you jailer
Stop calling me a prisoner
Let he who is without sin –
Be the first to cast the stone Mr Jailer, Mr Jailer Man
If this were my last song
Would you listen closer?
If this were my last song
Would you lean in?
If this were my last song
Would you hum along?
If this were my last song
Would you try to remember everything?
The shape of my neck, everything
The size of my breasts, everything
The things you dislike, everything
My ego, my pride, everything
The sound of my scream, everything
The breath in between everything
The first song before everything
If this were my last song
I might just sing louder
If this were my last song
I would ask the band to slow it down
If this were my last song
We’d sing harmonies
If this were my last song
I would try to tell you everything
The times that I lied, everything
The days that I cried, everything
The lovers I knew, everything
My hungry nights too, everything
My grandmothers brave, everything
The last time I prayed, everything
The first song before everything
If this were my last song
If this were my last song
I’d thank the room,
The air and hearts around me
I’d breathe deeper and deeper
And hold the notes for a while
I still choose to worship you
Have you read the papers, do you hear what they say?
Rising unemployment, cost of living everyday is getting high
Another suicide bomber in a bus with thirty kids,
It kinda makes me wonder what those children ever did yet we still go to church and sing shout to the Lord and we lift up holy hands and we’re reading his word now I am sitting by my piano with nothing to play but that doesn’t change the fact that God is God anyway
So I sing bless ye the Lord through my trials and all my troubles, I have come with a heart of worship for the gift of your son, for the grace to fight my battles I have come to you with thanksgiving hear my broken cry, see my broken spirit but in every situation, I’ll still choose to worship you.