歌词
Oh-eh-oh
Oh-eh-oh
Another Sunday lip service
Think you're livin' for a higher purpose
'Cause it makes you feel better than everyone else
Put your trust in a higher power
All the old, white guys in their towers
They let you live better than everyone else
Hm, I'm pretty sure God doesn't look like you
Hm, 'cause any good god woulda changed the rules
You almost make me wish that Hell was real
So you could know exactly how it feels
To have fire and brimstone
Rainin' on your tombstone
Nobody singin' at your funeral
They should've seen it comin'
God isn't lovin'
When it comes to people like you
You almost make me wish that Hell was real
You've got a savior, but it's a complex
All the voices in your head say you know best
Are you sure you're sure that's God who you're talkin' to?
You'd light a building on fire
Leavin' everyone inside to suffer
And scream from outside about how we need to be saved
Oh, I'm pretty sure God doesn't work like you
Oh, 'cause any good god wouldn't be so cruel
You almost make me wish that Hell was real
So you could know exactly how it feels
To have fire and brimstone
Rainin' on your tombstone
Nobody singin' at your funeral
They should've seen it comin'
God isn't lovin'
When it comes to people like you
You almost make me wish that Hell was real
'Cause it would be for you, you, oh
'Cause it would be for you (you almost)
You, oh (make me wish that Hell was real)
You almost make me with that Hell was real
You almost make me with that Hell was real
'Cause it would be for you
(You almost make me wish that Hell was real)
Not a savior (you almost make)
Just a complex (me wish that Hell)
All the voices in your head (was real)
It would be (you almost make me)
It would be for (wish that Hell was real)
You