Hollie Smith - Good God lyrics

Yeah, we're going to hell for this one This is going out to the Pope, you can s** 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, sh** bro for Christ's sake! You ain't even got the time to chat? f**, 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 sh** about you working in mysterious ways That's some bumper sticker bullsh** for fools who believe in lies That spend their rent paying ten percent weekly tithes Why you f**ing round, f**ing other people's wives? Tuning into people's lives like it's f**ing 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 f**in' sleep at night, you motherf**er Jesus, Christ! Mad Max with a gang patch, the c*nt tryna' use the world for his Tampax On a bloody Sunday in Palestine Same Valentine ma**acre, ma**es, 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 f**ed 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? sh**, 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 sh**, 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 h*mophobe, kiddy-fiddler, self-centered c*nt Well, f** you, f** Muhammad, and f** 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 motherf**er (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.. f**ed a lot of people up."