In this crowded throne room of my heart
I walk among the lesser idols
And look upon the looming hulk of stone
That bears my sovereign likeness
Wondering why, oh Lord
Have you not answered my prayer
To remove the abomination

You gently remind me
That there are some things you will not do
I take a rope and wrap it around
Pull the graven image down
Break the rocks with pick and axe
You help me cart the rubble out
And sweep the palace clean
To take your rightful place upon the throne
And make my heart your home