Home Brew - Good God lyrics
[Home Brew - Good God lyrics]
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
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
That spend their rent paying
Ten percent weekly tithes
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 peas and 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
Same Valentine massacre, masses, and genocide
You're the one behind all
This tireless violence
The one supplying us with
What you're denying us
The torment of scientists
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
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 Masons
The faithless, ungracious, gays, Jews
And sadists the traitors who stole their
New neighbor'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 a brat with some kinda
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 bruv
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
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?
"Religion fucked a lot of people up"
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
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
That spend their rent paying
Ten percent weekly tithes
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 peas and 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
Same Valentine massacre, masses, and genocide
You're the one behind all
This tireless violence
The one supplying us with
What you're denying us
The torment of scientists
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
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 Masons
The faithless, ungracious, gays, Jews
And sadists the traitors who stole their
New neighbor'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 a brat with some kinda
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 bruv
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
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?
"Religion fucked a lot of people up"