God Made Me

Looking for an insult, there's a trickle in my head. Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself.
Talks that we had, talks that we had are becoming a blur, if only I could love my neighbor.
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand, doing it for the exercise, I forget myself.
And the face that you had, face that you had is becoming a blur, but how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me, that's all they told me before, and how about you?

And it's off to work we go, now you can forget about a labor of love. It just won't wash anymore.
And we'd love to be good, love to be good but we'd rather be bad, but how was I supposed to know that?
Because God made me, that's all they told me before, and how about you?
Because God made people, that was the luck of the draw, we do what we want.

God made me, that's what they told me before, who knows what they'll say today?
Because God made me for his sins, imagine my eyes when I first saw we can do what we want.
How could I know? How could I know about it?