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
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