You know your god's been cold and dead
A plastic surgeon of the great white dead
A pregnant woman lies beneath your closet
You stood and wonder why she's been dead
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look at your god a filthy man
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government
You know you suffered more than any other
Your soul they wonder what the graves and wormz for
You ask your god but he didn't care
I'll dig two graves for your gods to share
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look at your god a filthy man
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your god
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Carve a wood and paint it black
Dress it up and you got your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look Look Look at your god
Look at your god a filthy man
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government
Look at your government