Letra Música Thank You God – Tim Minchin
I have an apology to make
I’m afraid I’ve made a big mistake
I turned my face away from You, Lord
I was too blind to see the light
I was too meek to feel Your might
I closed my eyes
I couldn’t see the truth, Lord
But then like Saul on the Damascus road
You sent a messenger to me and so
Now I’ve had the truth revealed to me
Please, forgive me all those things I said
I’ll no longer betray You, Lord
I will pray to You instead
And I will say: Thank You, thank You
Thank You, God
Thank You, thank You
Thank You, God
Thank You, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum
I had no idea, but it’s suddenly so clear now
I feel such a cynic, how could I have been so dumb?
Thank You for displaying how praying works
A particular prayer in a particular church
Thank you, Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this
Omnipotent ophthalmologist
Thank You, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum
I didn’t realize that it was so simple
But You’ve shown a great example of just how it can be done
You only need to pray in a particular spot
To 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 bitch
I know in the past my outlook has been limited
I couldn’t see examples of where life had been definitive
But I can admit it when the evidence is clear
As clear as Sam’s mum’s new cornea
(And that’s extremely clear) extremely clear
Thank You, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum
I have to admit that, in the past, I have been skeptical
But Sam described this miracle and I am overcome
How fitting that the citing of a sight-based intervention
Should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension
It’s like someone put an eye chart up in front of me
And the top five letters say: I-C-G-O-D
Thank you, Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawed
I assumed there was no God at all, but now I see that’s cynical
It’s simply that His interests aren’t particularly broad
He’s largely undiverted by the starving masses
Or the inequality between the various classes
He gives out strictly limited passes
Redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses
I feel so shocking for historically mocking You
Your interests are clearly confined to the ocular
I bet, given the chance, You’d eschew the divine
And start a little business selling contacts online
Fuck me, Sam, what are the odds
That of history’s endless parade of gods
That the God you just happened to be taught to believe in
Is the actual one and He digs on healing?
But not the AIDS-ridden African nations
Nor the victims of the plague, nor the flood-addled Asians
But healthy, privately-insured Australians
With common and curable corneal degeneration
This story of Sam’s has but a single explanation
A surgical God who digs on magic operations
No, it couldn’t be mistaken attribution of causation
Born of a coincidental temporal correlation
Exacerbated by a general lack of education
Vis-à-vis physics in Sam’s parish congregation
And it couldn’t be that all these pious people are liars
It couldn’t be an artefact of confirmation bias
A product of groupthink, a mass delusion
An Emperor’s New Clothes-style fear of exclusion
No, 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 physician
No, the only explanation for Sam’s mum’s seeing
They prayed to an all-knowing super being
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 cunt
He popped down to Dandenong and just like that
Used His powers to heal the cataracts of Sam’s mum
Of Sam’s mum
Thank You, God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam’s mum
I didn’t realize that it was such a simple thing
I feel such a ding-a-ling, 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 white
And for particular senses, preferably sight
A particular prayer in a particular spot
To a particular version of a particular God
And if you get that right, He just might
Take a break from giving babies malaria
And pop down to your local area
To fix the cataracts of your mum
Tim Minchin – Thank You God – Ouvir Música