God's Got Nothing On You
Monday morning
Wings on fire
Dawn Chorus
Liar liar
It's a funeral it's a riot
Drop the priest
But bring the choir
I heard they put you on the stage
Ancient greed and childish rage
All those friends that you outgrew
With bombay gin and a rose tattoo.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
When they cut those bodies down
Did you take a trip to another town
Did you raise a glass in progress' name
Then tell the sky to do the same
Call me patient
Call me quiet
Call my bluff honey
I don't buy it
Another nail in another oak
Another punchline
Another dirty joke.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
So when they lay your bones to rest
Will you take your place among the great undressed
Will you lay your hands upon their heads
And drink the blood
And break the bread
This is ruling
This is leading
This is hope baby
Disbelieving
Bruises red and violence blue
Well honey god's got nothing on you.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
Wings on fire
Dawn Chorus
Liar liar
It's a funeral it's a riot
Drop the priest
But bring the choir
I heard they put you on the stage
Ancient greed and childish rage
All those friends that you outgrew
With bombay gin and a rose tattoo.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
When they cut those bodies down
Did you take a trip to another town
Did you raise a glass in progress' name
Then tell the sky to do the same
Call me patient
Call me quiet
Call my bluff honey
I don't buy it
Another nail in another oak
Another punchline
Another dirty joke.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on nothing on you
So when they lay your bones to rest
Will you take your place among the great undressed
Will you lay your hands upon their heads
And drink the blood
And break the bread
This is ruling
This is leading
This is hope baby
Disbelieving
Bruises red and violence blue
Well honey god's got nothing on you.
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
God's got nothing on you
Credits
Writer(s): Thea Maym Gilmore
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