One, two, three

I've seen a saint fall from grace
But not sure that I'd use that phrase
So, if grace is something you can misplace
Then what's the point of it anyway?
'Cause I said it would never be me
To waver in this faith, I decree
The apple don't fall far from the tree
The human condition's hereditary
Oh, the human condition's hereditary

'Cause it's in the blood coursing through my veins
Same old story, same family name
Prone to wonder, this heart in me
'Cause the human condition's hereditary
So would you come take an axe to my family tree?
Oh, Heavenly Father, would you adopt me?

Well, I've stood by in disbelief
Watching the pastor pull up in a sports car to preach
'Bout how blessed are the poor and blessed are the meek
And I can't help but see the irony
'Cause that same impulse lives in me too
Put me in the garden, I've taken the fruit
The human condition's not just for the few
Oh, it's here in me just like it's here in you

It's in the blood coursing through my veins
Same old story, same family name
Prone to wonder, this heart in me
'Cause the human condition's hereditary
So would you come take an axe to my family tree?
Oh, Heavenly Father, would you adopt me?

'Cause it's in the blood coursing through my veins
Same old story, same family name
Prone to wonder, this heart in me
'Cause the human condition's hereditary
So would you come take an axe to my family tree?
Would you pull up the roots of my family tree?
Oh, Heavenly Father, would you adopt me?