| Song | Teen For God |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | My Better Self |
| 作词 : Williams | |
| The sun burns down leaving | |
| God's bright stamp | |
| On Peach Branch | |
| Horse and | |
| Bible Camp | |
| Where we're splashing in the water, joined in song | |
| Swimming with the | |
| Spirit the whole day long | |
| I'm a teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodThe girls have looks and the girls have rules | |
| They came here from their | |
| Bible schools | |
| They can make you pay attention to the way you dress and eat | |
| Make you trip over your own two feet and | |
| They kneel down on their towels at night | |
| Their nightgowns glow with a | |
| Holy light | |
| And we pray for the sinners and their drunken car wrecks | |
| And vow that | |
| I'll never get high and have sex | |
| I'm a teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodAnd God made every leaf on every tree | |
| Each grain of sand, | |
| God has a plan | |
| For what we're meant to be | |
| I gotta wait for | |
| GodDear Lord, | |
| I plan each day | |
| The things | |
| I will not do or say | |
| But I'm driven by a passion, is it only there to tame? | |
| It fills my heart and it calls my name and | |
| This world that you made for us | |
| I know, I know, is dangerous | |
| So I ride a lot of horses, never even swear | |
| Sorta like praying, | |
| I'm just not there | |
| Oh GodGod is watching, oh | |
| GodGod is watching | |
| But God made love, | |
| God made the rivers run | |
| And cowboy boots and bathing suits | |
| And the boy's skin dries in the sun | |
| You gotta help me, | |
| GodHelp me know four years from now | |
| I won't believe in | |
| You anyhow | |
| And I'll mope around the campus and | |
| I'll feel betrayed | |
| All those guilty summers, | |
| I stayedBut then | |
| I'll laugh that | |
| I fell for the lure | |
| Of the pain of desire to feel so pure | |
| And I'll bear all the burdens of my little daily crimes | |
| Wish I had a | |
| God for such cynical times far from today | |
| But for now, | |
| I'm a sacred vessel, rip me open | |
| I spread Your word like a milkweed pod | |
| I'm a radio station, | |
| Your Holy transmission | |
| Even more, like a lightning rod | |
| I'm a lightning rod, a teen for | |
| GodTeen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, | |
| I'm a teen for | |
| God |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| The sun burns down leaving | |
| God' s bright stamp | |
| On Peach Branch | |
| Horse and | |
| Bible Camp | |
| Where we' re splashing in the water, joined in song | |
| Swimming with the | |
| Spirit the whole day long | |
| I' m a teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodThe girls have looks and the girls have rules | |
| They came here from their | |
| Bible schools | |
| They can make you pay attention to the way you dress and eat | |
| Make you trip over your own two feet and | |
| They kneel down on their towels at night | |
| Their nightgowns glow with a | |
| Holy light | |
| And we pray for the sinners and their drunken car wrecks | |
| And vow that | |
| I' ll never get high and have sex | |
| I' m a teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodAnd God made every leaf on every tree | |
| Each grain of sand, | |
| God has a plan | |
| For what we' re meant to be | |
| I gotta wait for | |
| GodDear Lord, | |
| I plan each day | |
| The things | |
| I will not do or say | |
| But I' m driven by a passion, is it only there to tame? | |
| It fills my heart and it calls my name and | |
| This world that you made for us | |
| I know, I know, is dangerous | |
| So I ride a lot of horses, never even swear | |
| Sorta like praying, | |
| I' m just not there | |
| Oh GodGod is watching, oh | |
| GodGod is watching | |
| But God made love, | |
| God made the rivers run | |
| And cowboy boots and bathing suits | |
| And the boy' s skin dries in the sun | |
| You gotta help me, | |
| GodHelp me know four years from now | |
| I won' t believe in | |
| You anyhow | |
| And I' ll mope around the campus and | |
| I' ll feel betrayed | |
| All those guilty summers, | |
| I stayedBut then | |
| I' ll laugh that | |
| I fell for the lure | |
| Of the pain of desire to feel so pure | |
| And I' ll bear all the burdens of my little daily crimes | |
| Wish I had a | |
| God for such cynical times far from today | |
| But for now, | |
| I' m a sacred vessel, rip me open | |
| I spread Your word like a milkweed pod | |
| I' m a radio station, | |
| Your Holy transmission | |
| Even more, like a lightning rod | |
| I' m a lightning rod, a teen for | |
| GodTeen for | |
| GodGod is watching, teen for | |
| GodGod is watching, | |
| I' m a teen for | |
| God |