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 fucked 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