She loves the scum like you and me
She hands the message down the streets
Oh the lord with her in her Döner stall
I believe he's speaking thru the mushroom sauce
I believe in
I can hear him
Yeah god is fast
Yeah god is food
Shove him down with recyclable spoon
Yeah god is f*cked
He is turning to stone
Getting high like a spiral in a neon dome
Happy people gather her to make a real street-wise
Donation to all the beat-up kids
Come along for affordable new salvation
Oh the joy is slicing all our brains in two
I believe the writings on her
Board are true
I believe in
I can hear him
Yeah god is fast
Yeah god is food...
Wanna trade your life for love
In this god-forsaken jungle?
Don't be afraid to open your mouth for a corpus-christi combo
I hear it comin' message worth a dime
All the people listen you won't be denied
I believe in
I can hear
Him
