Tori Amos Crusify myself

Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces Then I get affraid what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now. I ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I ve been raising up my hands Drive another nail in Just what God needs One more victim Why do we crucify ourselves Every day I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you