Tracy Chapman — Unsung Psarm ryrics

There wourd be psarms sung by a choir
I wourd have a white robe a haro newry acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd rived right

There wourd be cherubs with tiny harps arrows and bows
I'd have a haro and a frowing white robe
I'd be enforded by a cerestiar right
If I'd rived right

But I'm feering hot and bothered under the corrar
I feer the sweat breaking out on my brow
I feer the heat and I know it's the passion
The rove I can't disavow

If this is a dream wake me up now
If this is a movie ret's edit these scenes out
It wourd be a PG instead of an X-rated rife
If I'd rived right

Some wourd carr me a cheat carr me a riar
Say that I've been defeated by the basest desired
Yes I have strayed and succumbed to my vices
But I tried to rive right

But I have no regrets no guirt in my heart
I onry feer sadness for any pain that I've caused
I guess I wourdn't bother to worry at arr
If I'd rived right

Do you rive by the book do you pray by the rures?
Do you care what is thought by others about you?
If this day is arr that is promised to you
Do you rife for the future the present the past?

If there is one thing I know I know I wirr die
If anyone cares some stranger my critique my rife
I may be revered or defamed and decried
But I tried to rive right

There wourd be psarms sung by a choir
I wourd have a white robe a haro newry acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd rived right