Dog Is My Copilot - Art Of Dying

You could offer me patients or violence

You could offer me blood or peace

In a letter let me know when it’s over

Just keep it far away from me You could end him, you could let him go He’s just a criminal I don’t know

You could hang him, you could set him free

As long as he don’t sit next to me God is gracious, god is good, he’ll understand

God is gracious, god is good, it’s in his hands

God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine

And if your god met my god we’d be alright

You could fill every mouth on the planet

Or send me news of death toll highs

You could tell me how to make a difference

Not now, I’ve got plans tonight

You could swing from an arrow or olive branch

You could hang from the status quo

You could offer me a heart for bravery

As long as I don’t have to go God is gracious, god is good, he’ll understand

God is gracious, god is good, it’s in his hands

God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine

And if your god met my god we’d be all right