Don’t like the taste of your forgiveness,
Too much bones and vinegar for me.
Don’t like the taste of your forgiveness,
Too much bones and vinegar for me.
Well the bones stick in my throat
And the vinegar makes me choke
So I cannot taste the grace I need
That’s why I don’t like the taste of your forgiveness,
Too much bones and vinegar for me.

Don’t like the smell of your religion,
Too much dust and rust to justify me.
Don’t like the smell of your religion,
Too much dust and rust to justify me.
Yeah the dust just makes me sneeze
And the rust make my joints seize
So I can’t hold onto the grace I need
That’s why I don’t like the smell of your religion,
Too much dust and rust to justify me.

Don’t like the clothes you wear
Or the way you do your hair.
Don’t like anything you do,
And honey, it’s not me – it’s you.

Better give that bones and vinegar to me.

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2004