Chorus: I hate the lord. I say it with pride I hate the lord. I feel it inside I hate the lord. I say it with pride I hate the lord. I wish he'd die The s**ist bible calls god he Why can't this fiction be a she? Or maybe god is just an it Set up to be worshiped as a hypocrite In the book of job you can see God loves you in misery He gives you pain, ache and disease As you suffer, he is pleased (Chorus) They look to beggars filled with hurts Just to find a few more converts Hand over money and sign over checks To buy the lord a new car tape deck In the name of redemption they must pay To hear what preachers have to say To line the preacher's pockets full of greed And buy the lord whatever he may need (chorus) Unlike job, I failed the test I gave up religion for the best I have no gods and no regrets In life's big gamble I lost his bet I suggest that there is no god It's all just some rich white man's plot To get your money and control your minds With a false morality based on lies (Chorus)