Godsong

The only thing that makes reality is death;
Then they hang it on a cross and kneel down and pray to it
That wole thing is not an act

The only thing that makes reality is death;
Then they hang it on a cross and kneel down and pray to it
That wole thing is not an act

I'm jesus christ whether you accept it or not I don't care!

I've killed everybody since day one!
I've murdered 'em all!
I'm god and I've killed everybody! Now what?

I dont care about your society
The public's a bunch of assholes!

I dont care about your society
The public's a bunch of assholes!

I chopped up nine hogs
I chopped up nine hogs
I chopped up nine hogs
And I'm gonna chop every one of you



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Writer(s): Michael Williams, James Bower, Joseph Lacaze
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