Sorry Kid, I Think Your God Is Dead

They heard him weep So the story goes As they watched him Break the mold But as the sun Fades away You'll know who Was listening I don't know how to say this Can't you listen to the words in my head I'd like to think they knew how to play us Sorry kid, I think your god is dead God fearing is dope But nothing sucks more Than realizing you were Just trying to find home We got here Almost right away When they took our money and Told us you don't have to pray Sticks and stones will Break your bones but Give words power And you'll have yourself a slaughter Sticks and stones will Break your bones but Give words power And you'll have yourself a slaughterhouse You've been gone so long It's nicer to be forgotten You've been gone so long Nothing's changed Except for my scars Sticks and stones will Break your bones but Give words power And you'll have yourself a slaughter Sticks and stones will Break your bones but Give words power And you'll have yourself a slaughterhouse I don't know how to say this Can't you listen to the words in my head I'd like to think they knew how to play us Sorry kid, I think your god is dead My mother told me Don't be so holy Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night My mother told me Don't be so holy Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday night It's alright We're just here for the night