Blasphemy (The Good Ones)
They say there is a god
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
They say there is a god
But the spirit inside's dead to me
I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With this fucked up history
My Dads are a pair of the good ones
Cause they always knew right from wrong
My Dads are a pair of the good ones
Yet I always hear them sing the same song
Fighting demons in their head
Probably wishing they was dead
While the rest of the world goes along
My Mom is one of the good ones
Places out her heart to see
My Mom is one of the good ones
Cause she gave the whole world to me
But the world gave nothing to her
Slugging back some vodka shooters
Still hands out her energy
They say there is a god
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
They say there is a god
But the spirit inside's dead to me
I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With this fucked up history
My Grandma was one of the good ones
She was sweet as can be
My Grandma was one of the good ones
She was warm as a cup of tea
But her husband never loved her
Now she's buried six feet under
We all miss her desperately
I try to think I'm one of the good ones
Cause all I wanna be is free
I try to think I'm one of the good ones
But I can't be free from me
Thinking I can never love
There's no one that can trust
The fucked up person I hide in me
They say there is a god
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
But the only ones I see
Are the people standing next to me
I'm screaming from my knees
Sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With your fucked up fantasies
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
They say there is a god
But the spirit inside's dead to me
I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With this fucked up history
My Dads are a pair of the good ones
Cause they always knew right from wrong
My Dads are a pair of the good ones
Yet I always hear them sing the same song
Fighting demons in their head
Probably wishing they was dead
While the rest of the world goes along
My Mom is one of the good ones
Places out her heart to see
My Mom is one of the good ones
Cause she gave the whole world to me
But the world gave nothing to her
Slugging back some vodka shooters
Still hands out her energy
They say there is a god
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
They say there is a god
But the spirit inside's dead to me
I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With this fucked up history
My Grandma was one of the good ones
She was sweet as can be
My Grandma was one of the good ones
She was warm as a cup of tea
But her husband never loved her
Now she's buried six feet under
We all miss her desperately
I try to think I'm one of the good ones
Cause all I wanna be is free
I try to think I'm one of the good ones
But I can't be free from me
Thinking I can never love
There's no one that can trust
The fucked up person I hide in me
They say there is a god
Now I don't intend on blasphemy
But the only ones I see
Are the people standing next to me
I'm screaming from my knees
Sayin' gotta'b kidding me
With your fucked up fantasies
Credits
Writer(s): Kadence Grunder
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