Nice Things

When God came down to Earth To enjoy what She'd created Took a fishing trip to Georgia To see what She could see Cast out a holy line And thought She'd hooked a big one Reeled in an oil barrel And said, "Oh my me!" This is why your whole world is on fire This is why you can't drink from your own springs This is why This is why This is why, why, why This is why y'all can't have nice things So She walked back to the highway Flagged down a passing stranger An old man with a kind streak Who offered Her a toke And just as She was partakin' The blue lights started flashing As they slipped the handcuffs on Her She thought this must be a joke This is why y'all are all strung out to Christmas This is why I left you all them seeds This is why This is why This is why, why, why This is why y'all can't have nice things So She walked out of the jail With a rap sheet and no money Went looking for a coffee And passed by an angry mob They were yelling about people Who should suffer pain eternal She asked one for a dollar And they said, "Sinner, get a job" This is why (This is why) I blessed you with compassion This is why (This is why) I gave you empathy This is why (This is why) I said to love your neighbor This is why (This is why) pills don't grow on trees This is why (This is why) I gave you all salvation This is why (This is why) angels lose their wings This is why This is why This is why, why, why This is why y'all can't have nice things Oh, this is why y'all can't have nice things