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Good God (feat Hollie Smith & Tyna Keelan)
Yeah, we're going to hell for this one This is going out to the Pope, you can suck my dick For the kids stealing money out the donation plate; see you in hell
(Verse 1 - Tom Scott) Hey yo what up broski? Long time no see So what's the go G? O.D.? It's been a minute since I seen you out of my way, so what's with all the mind games, shit bro for Christ's sake! You ain't even got the time to chat? Fuck, we're burning up down here. You couldn't even write me back? Cut the act, these are serious days, don't give me all that shit about you working in mysterious ways. That's some bumper sticker bullshit for fools who believe in lies And spendin' rent payin' 10 percent weekly ties Why you fucking round, fucking other people's wives Tuning into people's lives like it's fucking CSI All seeing eye like some perverse secret spy Watching decent people die trying to get a piece of pie, fighting for some equal rights, dying for some piece of rice, how you fuckin' sleep at night you motherfucker Jesus, Christ! Mad Max with a gang patch, the cunt tryna use the world for his Tampax on a bloody Sunday in Palestine Saint Valentine massacre; mass is a genocide. You're the one behind all this tireless violence, the one supplying us with what you're denying us. It's the two-minute scientist, the world's biggest businessman, trying to build some fucked up Disneyland that no one can get into unless they pay your churches, and dedicate their lives to your praise and worship, like they're your slaves and servants. You celebrate the celibate to say your sermons, while you incinerate the sinners in your flaming furnace. Like that's what they deserve? Huh. But you just gotta say the word, 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 wave your wand, save the Earth, but you just wanna make it worse, send us all to Hell? Shit, that's a hella lotta paperwork. You got the rapists, the racists, the macists, the faithless, ungracious; gays, jews, the satanists, the traitors who stole their new neighbour's newspapers, there ain't enough space in hell for all our faces! Goodness gracious, my god, tryna just live is like a full time job, so I put down your work picked up my iPod, you talk too much shit, I'd rather listen to Bob and that's real! Sick of all your nonsense, sounding like some brat with some kind of never-had-a-daddy complex. Homophobe, kiddy-fiddler, self-centered cunt, well fuck you, fuck Muhammad, and fuck your son, yeah I said it, and far you can quote me that, I wrote you like a million times you never wrote me back. You wanna judge me? Pshh you don't know me jack, good god what a load of crap you two-faced motherfucker
(Outro - Hollie Smith & Tyna Keelan) Ohh.. somebody save me Ohh.. lord have mercy on me And so I pray Save my soul Please dear god I don't wanna go (I don't wanna go) And so I pray But no one's home See can anybody hear me (can you hear me, can you hear me) Am I all alone?
Am I all alone? x5
'Religion.. fucked a lot of people up.'
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