I could do worse

I could do worse than try to live
I could do worse than try to steal
The heart that you don't give
Or the soul that keeps things real
I could do worse, so stop putting me down

I could do worse than lift the world
From off the shoulders of colosus
I could do worse than move the mountains
From the places of the molluscs
So if I could do worse, stop putting me down

I could do worse than write a song
About where I do belong
I could do worse than sing a hymn
About how we will begin
I could do worse, so stop putting me down

You know there is a persecutor,
Who will rob you of your pride
There is a prosecutor who will accuse you
Before you've been tried
And they will want to put your soul in jail
And throw away the key
But I could do worse, so why do you keep
Spitting on me?

I fill my cup up daily with the spirit of the lord
And you want to tip it slowly along the blade of the sword
But your words are cutting no ice
In fact they're dull and bland
There must be a paradise in which they understand
If I could do worse, why do you keep putting me down?