There’s Another Bruce Springsteen (God Made This Mess)

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Frank Tedesso - Pop, Folk

There’s Another Bruce Springsteen (God Made This Mess)

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[Verse 1] There's another Bruce Springsteen and he is my super He mops the halls and drags the trash out to the front stoop He's got a leaky pipe and a belly like Babe Ruth Only he don't hit the long ball any more like he used to [Verse 2] Well, he chases rats with a two-by-four He's got an old guy's ache for Maria on the second floor The storm beneath her dress The church bells of a Christian name He knows most dreams don't come true Oh, but you dream 'em just the same... [Chorus] God made this mess and it makes me happy Though I know it won't make sense 'til we're dead and buried Every night I melt into the darkness And every morning there is a wedding in the hollow of my chest And I wake to the fat lady singing that sad old song, yeah That God made this mess, God made this mess Now who's got the heart to tell Him He was wrong? [Verse 3] Now this other Bruce Springsteen was a sailor But he got shipwrecked on Ninth Avenue And when the gypsy woman read his palm She told him his firstborn would be King of the Jews [Verse 4] So Bruce never got married Though on his arm there is a Star of David tattooed And he believes the sunlight will keep coming back again and again Even to those places where it's been refused [Verse 5] When he's on the wagon he renders unto Caesar When he's not on the wagon He renders unto reasons that make holes in the wall He's got a line of shit for every occasion He put twenty bucks on a horse named Nancy But he could not bring himself to vote for Reagan He looks down and smiles when you pass him in the hall... [Chorus] And God made this mess and it makes me happy Though I know it won't make sense 'til we're dead and buried Every night I melt into the darkness And every morning there is a wedding in the hollow of my chest And I wake to the fat lady singing that sad old song, yeah Say, God made this mess, God made this mess Now who's got the heart to tell Him He was wrong? Who's going to break his heart and tell Him He was wrong? [Outro] Thank you

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  • Frank Tedesso