Hey God - Live 1995
Hey God, I'm just a little man; I got a wife and family
But I almost lost the house; I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way too deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom; like a Saint, she don't complain
She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted; he blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
Born into the ghetto in 1991
Just a happy child playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
I'd get down on my knees
I'm going to try this thing your way
I've seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he too gone to save?
Did you even know his name?
Are you the one to blame?
Ha, I got something to say
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
Do you ever think about me?
Well, hey God, hey God - think about me
Do you ever think about me?
God, hey God, hey God - think about me
But I almost lost the house; I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way too deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom; like a Saint, she don't complain
She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted; he blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
Born into the ghetto in 1991
Just a happy child playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
I'd get down on my knees
I'm going to try this thing your way
I've seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he too gone to save?
Did you even know his name?
Are you the one to blame?
Ha, I got something to say
Hey God - tell me, what the hell is going on?
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God - there's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God - do you ever think about me?
Do you ever think about me?
Well, hey God, hey God - think about me
Do you ever think about me?
God, hey God, hey God - think about me
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Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora
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