Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in just what god needs one more victim

Why do we crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains

Got a kick for a dog beggin' for love
I gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter he says
Will you ever learn you're just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird

I've been looking for a savior...
Looking for a savior...
I've been raising up my hands...
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Please be save me
I cry

Why do we...

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Tori Amos