I am not the car I drive,

Nor the house I live in.

I am not a bank account.

I am no kind of religion.

 

I am mean, yet kind and lazy,

I can even get loud, and so crazy.

Imperfection is in my blood,

Along with wisdom.

 

The Royal House is mine,

Along the shores of the Herbrides.

Why was I raised in a shack,

With no electricity?

 

Mouths say, “I ain’t nobody”.

Jesus knows they lie.

He doused me in the water,

And wrote my name on high.