Lyrics Dog Is My Copilot - Art Of Dying

Dog Is My Copilot

You could offer me patients or violence
You could offer me blood or peace
In a letter let me know when it’s over
Just keep it far away from me You could end him, you could let him go He’s just a criminal I don’t know
You could hang him, you could set him free
As long as he don’t sit next to me God is gracious, god is good, he’ll understand
God is gracious, god is good, it’s in his hands
God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine
And if your god met my god we’d be alright
You could fill every mouth on the planet
Or send me news of death toll highs
You could tell me how to make a difference
Not now, I’ve got plans tonight
You could swing from an arrow or olive branch
You could hang from the status quo
You could offer me a heart for bravery
As long as I don’t have to go God is gracious, god is good, he’ll understand
God is gracious, god is good, it’s in his hands
God is gracious, god is good, this god of mine
And if your god met my god we’d be all right