Blame It On God

They'll sucker you a punch

Put bullets in your lunch

And somehow still blame it on their God

They'll sway away the odds

They'll pay away the judge

And somehow still blame it on their God

They'll find in your sleep

They'll find you on your knees

Screaming mercy mercy please

And still blame it on their God

Still blame it on their God

They'll hide the smoking gun

Leave missiles in your lungs

And somehow still blame it on their God

They'll send the war machine

To cleanse you of your skin

And somehow still blame it on their God

Well, the future's for the meek

So you must never speak

All the freedom is in their speech

And they'll still blame it on their God

Still blame it on their God

They'll send a thousands boats

To make a million ghosts

And somehow still blame it on their God

They'll say it's just a hoax

Ain't no fire in the smoke

And somehow still blame it on their God

You'll miss it if you blink

They'll push you to the brink

Then they'll say it's in your genes

And still blame it on their God

Still blame it on their God