Brand New God

There's a girl in a dress in a sinful mess With a face just made for kissing What kind of god gives you a rod And say's you can't go fishing Brand New God Everything is wrong it seems From sex to certain dances Keep looking at your feet cause There's damnation in her glaces Brand New God Brand New God He may come on Sunday or not at all He could save a few or save us all When I meet the man to whom he gave his plan In his pockets deep I'll know the man He's the only one whose got a Brand New God They say he left us all a note Called "crucial life instructions" All of it illegible Except the word "Destruction" Brand New God Raise your hands to heaven Keep them outside sheets Cause we'll be checking later And damning all the cheats The girl's still there, her face still able He says you can't eat and sit at my table Brand New God Brand New God