Conversion Therapy

What the fuck is God?

Is he on this beach?

Does he have a body like me?

Does he ever sleep?

Or is God a woman?

Should I call her "she"?

Is it everybody?

Does that mean that it's you and me?

If I go to Bali

Looking for The Keys

And all of my money is in foreign currency

Is it fair to call it conversion therapy?

Does she think I'm funny now?

Is she laughing now?

Hey

Don't be scared the end is coming

Whether you focus on that or focus on bitches and money

There's only like two things I know for a fact (What's that?)

One: I look cute in this suit (Okay)

And two: I'm not getting this back

I took some long flights overseas to make up my mind

About us all coming to be by intelligent design

'Cause if God's hands were on me he really took his time

But then he also made mosquitos and genocide

And that doesn't sound benevolent to me

So the only thing now that's relevant to me

Is funding my heaven

Here in the present

It's there

What the fuck is God?

Is he on this beach?

Does he have a body like me?

Does he ever sleep?

Or is God a woman?

Should I call her "she"?

Is it everybody?

Does that mean that it's you and me?

If I go to Bali

Looking for The Keys

And all of my money is in foreign currency

Is it fair to call it conversion therapy?

Does she think I'm funny now?

Is she laughing now?