Letra de God Up In Heaven

It's sin that is winning conmen and stuff Let's use and abuse till we've had enough Fuck God up in heaven he isn't all there he's just an impostor behind beard and hair Jesus is someone who just makes me cross He died for our sins I don't give a toss I'll go out whoring I just don't care For God up in heaven he isn't all there While Kierkegaard asks these questions of you I'll be on my 14th night on the screw I'm up to my armpits pussy galore Taking another fresh young whore Do you think I care, care a bit your'e just a bunch of stupid gits The morning I wake up hangover stings And into the canal I could myself fling But when I see all those pious gits I'd like to kill them or at least them to hit So I'll write some more shit at least I might pass some to time for a bit..