You may say I'm cynical, but I say man is flawed.
He has a vague memory of life 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 selibate, 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 that white haired old man in the clouds,
Always a man,
Dispensing lightning justice from his fingertips.
As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him.
A cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humour,
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 bigots.
Well I know where I'd rather be,
Away from this cacophony.
God only knows.
God only knows.
God only knows. |