God/fuck Letra

You can defend your tales of eden
Weight of life is finally gone

I don't like the hype
I sink on land
Can barely stand
The sins of natural things in life
We're made to think aren't in our hands



FUCK
My mind is a like a picket sign that soon will be replaced.
Your tradition is just a vision from these wastes of this fucking race
Happiness and Hate is just another dead lie
Nine to fives with Neck ties. Broken signs, no free rides

Any brain can hide but few can stand.
Cash wars in the street take flight over land.
And the world's gonna sink because we're caught up in the bucks.
Picket signs on the street. Waiting lines that Fuck us.

Any promises can stray. Nightmares in your brain.

Just Comb your hair, then shine your shoes while soaking in the morning news.

Any brain can hide but few can stand.
No picket signs. I sink on land.
Shut off your mind.
Destroy your ties.
Hang up and fuck your nine to fives.