Where's God Now?

[Verse 1: Vents]

Now, I heard the weak die young

So fe-fi-fum, here I come

The river runs red with your blood little one

Filling my lungs, Trials just playing with drums

Is like kids in the cabinet playing with guns

Waking up in a plywood bed

Life is pain and goes fast like Minor Threat

Gone belly up, pear-shaped, land on your knees

Nobody helps, bank stamp on the fees

Please, Santa Claus' not coming

Your son got his head kicked in friday night for nothing

Left with a bubble in his brain

Speech impediment, I guess he won't bother them again

Singing in the rain, yelling at the sky

Easier than trying to cry, I wonder why

Do good things happen to bad men?

And stop trying to tell me that things were much better back then

Come on!

[Hook: Vents]

Sick of waking up feeling like stress

Tired of waking up feeling depressed

I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door

Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form

I'm sick of waking up feeling alone

No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone

I'm tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me

So what about me? Where's God now?

[Verse 2: Sesta]

On a pale blue dot, what the fuck are the chances?

Ha, the beast's living, now he's swinging on branches

But he need obedience, the voice of the master

Cause he's gonna panic if he don't get an answer

But disaster struck, it's gotta be him

And I think he pretty mad, so what the fuck do I bring?

Well my brother don't believe him, I'll just send him and his people

And there's gonna be a million of them, it's gonna be grim

Just a genocide, such a shame

To love the same dumb thing in a different way

Sing hymns on a different day

But quick to point the finger at the same and say he's fucking insane

It's only man that will walk among us

But they will kill for what you can't see living above us

Don't throw your hands up, nobody cares

But throw your hands in the air now cause nobody's there, ohhhh

[Hook: Vents]

Sick of waking up feeling like stress

Tired of waking up feeling depressed

I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door

Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form

I'm sick of waking up feeling alone

No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone

I'm tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me

So what about me? Where's God now?

[Verse 3: Vents]

Unforgettable wars

Staying the course, terrible thoughts

Born with cerebral palsy, his parents divorced

Born with unbearable disease

Cancer in the air and paedophile priests walking free

Talk to me, everything is turning blue

Nobody care, nobody's there for you

Got a taste for the drink and cannabis

Grandfather hit with a stroke and a harsh paralysis

Famine is in the east

Little girls with the HIV, they pray nightly

And madness stays by me

Psychosis and anger till the day I leave

Cronulla Beach, they bashing 'em up

Australia First, the National Front

But I'd rather feel like shit than be full of shit

And feel the pain that you put up with

Come on!

[Chorus:]

Sick of waking up feeling like stress

Tired of waking up feeling depressed

I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door

Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form

I'm sick of waking up feeling alone

No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone

I'm tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me

So what about me? Where's God now?

Sick of waking up feeling like stress

Tired of waking up feeling depressed

I'm tired of work hard, get your foot in the door

Get it slammed in your face, you could put in a form

I'm sick of waking up feeling alone

No girls that wanna touch me, up on the phone

I'm tired of hearing you say God give a fuck about me

So what about me? Where's God now?

Where's God now?

Where's God now?