Yours Might Take Eleven

Well, I've seen folks change
When the thunder rolls
When the river run red and the locust crawled
But you're sitting there
Smiling like nothing's wrong
Building a dam where grace belongs
I tried to hand you mercy
But you poured it in the dirt
Saying don't need
Pity, don't need her
You'd argue with
Moses, roll
Your eyes at the sea
Say the frogs were fine long
As they don't hop on me
Took 10 plagues
To soften
Pharaoh's heart, but yours
Might take 11