God's Monkeys

Somebody better tell God
I think His monkeys have been playing around
They got a highly of propensity to kill things
And a disposition where they put themselves
In very, very daring situations for the fuck of it
You better ask God

Did he really mean it when he made me?
We build bombs, cut trees, and we raided your seas
When it wasn't the land, we went killing for faith
Self-terminate to end up in a better place

God, we built farms
Built guns, built cars
Built factories, far and wide
The democratic institution decides
What's yours, what's mine
Do you ever turn around and think before it we're fine?

Don't believe in a god
But I reckon if I did I'd ask Him why in the greater good
He built a cancer for kids?
And guilt-tripped a whole religion into building a bridge
Because his monkeys had propensities to not take shit

God, whoa
Somebody better tell God



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Writer(s): Seb Lowe
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