God

I got a question Let me ashe you, can you explain your reasoning to me? It ain't a matter of my hard luck or bad luck When there's no luck in it for me I'm not the type of man to hold a gruge against Something I can hardly see But to say that there's a reason for everything Make me doubtful and intrigued to say the least God you don't want to answer me But if you do, you'd better agree God you've got the strangest sense of humor You're too funny to be so heavenly I got you number and you own me Show me a little common decency I kneel before you and you bless me, test me And answer with a plague inside of me I'm not the type of man to pleas with the sky above Or with the demon under me But to say that there's a reason for everything Makes me doubtful and intrigued to say the least God you don't want to answer me But if you do, you'd better agree God you've got the strangest sense of humor You're too funny to be so heavenly