Trials - Where's God Now? lyrics

[Verse 1: Vents] Now, I heard the weak die young So fe-fi-fum, here I come The river runs red with your blood little one Filling my lungs, Trials just playing with drums Is like kids in the cabinet playing with guns Waking up in a plywood bed Life is pain and goes fast like Minor Threat Gone belly up, pear-shaped, land on your knees Nobody helps, bank stamp on the fees Please, Santa Claus' not coming Your son got his head kicked in friday night for nothing Left with a bubble in his brain Speech impediment, I guess he won't bother them again Singing in the rain, yelling at the sky Easier than trying to cry, I wonder why Do good things happen to bad men? And stop trying to tell me that things were much better back then Come on! [Hook: Vents] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form I'm sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone I'm tired of hearing you say God give a f** about me So what about me? Where's God now? [Verse 2: Sesta] On a pale blue dot, what the f** are the chances? Ha, the beast's living, now he's swinging on branches But he need obedience, the voice of the master Cause he's gonna panic if he don't get an answer But disaster struck, it's gotta be him And I think he pretty mad, so what the f** do I bring? Well my brother don't believe him, I'll just send him and his people And there's gonna be a million of them, it's gonna be grim Just a genocide, such a shame To love the same dumb thing in a different way Sing hymns on a different day But quick to point the finger at the same and say he's f**ing insane It's only man that will walk among us But they will k** for what you can't see living above us Don't throw your hands up, nobody cares But throw your hands in the air now cause nobody's there, ohhhh [Hook: Vents] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form I'm sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone I'm tired of hearing you say God give a f** about me So what about me? Where's God now? [Verse 3: Vents] Unforgettable wars Staying the course, terrible thoughts Born with cerebral palsy, his parents divorced Born with unbearable disease Cancer in the air and paedophile priests walking free Talk to me, everything is turning blue Nobody care, nobody's there for you Got a taste for the drink and cannabis Grandfather hit with a stroke and a harsh paralysis Famine is in the east Little girls with the HIV, they pray nightly And madness stays by me Psychosis and anger till the day I leave Cronulla Beach, they bashing 'em up Australia First, the National Front But I'd rather feel like sh** than be full of sh** And feel the pain that you put up with Come on! [Chorus:] Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form I'm sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone I'm tired of hearing you say God give a f** about me So what about me? Where's God now? Sick of waking up feeling like stress Tired of waking up feeling depressed I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form I'm sick of waking up feeling alone No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone I'm tired of hearing you say God give a f** about me So what about me? Where's God now? Where's God now? Where's God now?