You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed He has a vague memory of before some fall Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall If God is in his image, the almighty must be small
God only knows
Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees After damning me and you to hell for eternity Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys
God only knows my guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep While I was fucking celibate, self-righteous in belief Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep We fell upon each other starving for relief
God only knows
I damn you all to hell I speak in the name of god I know him intimately I speak in the name of the white haired old man in the clouds Always a man Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him A cruel desert God with absolutely no sense of humor How do you feel old man? How do you feel? Being spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and God-fearing biggots Well I know where I'd rather be Away from this cacophony God only knows God only knows God only knows
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