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,
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?