You may say I`m cynical, but I say man is flawed.
He has a vague memory of life before some fall.
Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall.
If God is in his image, the almighty must be small.
God only knows.
Swaggart has been caught `with his trousers round his knees`
After damning me and you to hell for eternity.
Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests,
they bribe their way past Heaven`s Gates and steal a set of keys.
God only knows.
My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep
while I was fucking selibate, self-righteous in belief.
Yesterday he was God, now he is a creep.
We fell upon each other, starving for relief.
God only knows.
I damn you all to hell,
I speak in the name of God.
I know him intimately,
I speak in the name of that white haired old man in the clouds,
Always a man,
Dispensing lightning justice from his fingertips.
As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him.
A cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humour,
How do you feel old man?
How do you feel?
Being spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics.
Is Heaven full, oh Lord, of these babbling preachers and god-fearing bigots.
Well I know where I`d rather be,
Away from this cacophony.
God only knows.
God only knows.
God only knows