Please god, don't tell anyone

What I do or what I have done.

When my father gets to heaven, please spare him the telling

Of the ways I've been sinning ever since the beginning

He won't understand and even if he did, I'm still his son.

Please god, don't tell anyone

Please god, don't show anyone all the idiot things that I've done.

When my son gets to heaven will he be shown the yelling

And the robbing and fighting, and the thunder and lightning

He won't know that I did that just to feed my own daughter and son.

Please god, don't show anyone.

Oh, baby, what have I done?

Have I proven myself to no one?

Will the things I did well even save me from hell?

I can't even recall all the sins I can't tell

Will a thousand good deeds be erased then by just one bad one?

Oh, baby, what have I done?

Please god, don't tell anyone

I was providing, not just having fun.

Well, my boss started screaming, so I started stealing

My daughter was crying, so I started lying

My baby was sobbing, so I started robbing with a gun.

Please god, don't tell anyone

Please god, don't tell anyone.