Vrs. 1: Black and purple storm clouds well up like tears in a beaten lord’s eyes Curtains of imminent doom close in on foreboding skeleton skies A dying vagrant drinks his last drop and dies in the city sewer Another child is raped and killed Left for garbage in a nearby dumpster
Chorus: God is dead Our ways are wrong God is dead The dog is gone
Vrs. 2: Tell me why we’re born into this wicked world to die Every fool to fend for himself Cast into the incinerator and burned alive People give birth to bastard children And pray that they’ll grow up in love and peace Now they’re tramps and dealers addicted to dope and selling themselves on the streets
Chorus: God is dead But all hope’s not lost God is dead The dog is gone Let’s go!
Vrs. 3: Broken bottles and a bloody nose One hell of a bad trip Reality’s harsh, give me another dose I think I’m losing my grip Is this all I have to look forward to? Getting trashed and dodging the game Save me someone, I can’t hold on I think I’m going insane Alright yeah... Oh, take it man...
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