Who is God?
John wants to be God
And make the shape of things to be
Impose total control over every soul
So the force of his ego is known
He'ld raze a city and raise a cyclone
He'ld twist the truth to reach his goal
It doesn't matter much to me
But John wants to be God
Tom wants to be God
And finally fulfill his fantasy
He'ld turn the world into a tropical beach
Heaven would be hedonistic harmony
With liquor, babes, and a pharmacy
There'ld be no pleasure out of reach
It's way too 'e' for me
But Tom wants to be God
Todd wants to be God
It's his Todd given right
Maude wants to be God
One day she just might
Lila, Mila and Tasha too
Shira, Kira and Betty-sue
You do too
I know it's true
The saved snub their noses
They're halfway in their hole
The rich shit might smell like roses
But you should smell their soul
Fickle fame could get you in the game
But you can only get as far as president
Charisma can carry you to the gate
But they'll kill you if you've been heaven sent
Artists, marxists and martyrs too
Buddists, nudists and Fu-manchu
What can u do?
It's all true
Everyone is struggling for the top
Not happy with what they got
Such drive, such passion
That's not my fashion
Frantic, fanatic, frenzied frauds
It's been going on for way too long
And yet if everyone wants to be gods
Then why is everything gone so wrong
And make the shape of things to be
Impose total control over every soul
So the force of his ego is known
He'ld raze a city and raise a cyclone
He'ld twist the truth to reach his goal
It doesn't matter much to me
But John wants to be God
Tom wants to be God
And finally fulfill his fantasy
He'ld turn the world into a tropical beach
Heaven would be hedonistic harmony
With liquor, babes, and a pharmacy
There'ld be no pleasure out of reach
It's way too 'e' for me
But Tom wants to be God
Todd wants to be God
It's his Todd given right
Maude wants to be God
One day she just might
Lila, Mila and Tasha too
Shira, Kira and Betty-sue
You do too
I know it's true
The saved snub their noses
They're halfway in their hole
The rich shit might smell like roses
But you should smell their soul
Fickle fame could get you in the game
But you can only get as far as president
Charisma can carry you to the gate
But they'll kill you if you've been heaven sent
Artists, marxists and martyrs too
Buddists, nudists and Fu-manchu
What can u do?
It's all true
Everyone is struggling for the top
Not happy with what they got
Such drive, such passion
That's not my fashion
Frantic, fanatic, frenzied frauds
It's been going on for way too long
And yet if everyone wants to be gods
Then why is everything gone so wrong
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