Godsong - Bell X1, Nick Seymour

Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar

Our after dinner speaker tonight is God

A warm round of applause and then silence

Tell us of love, we said

Tell us of love

Great one above

Won’t ya tell us of love

And he said

Well, I’ve never tasted your flavor before

So maybe love is your whore

Maybe just a figment of emotion

Hear my, hear my song

What if I’m, what if I’m wrong

Hear my, hear my song

I’m always right but what if I’m wrong

The crowd went wild

Man, woman and child

Fueled by brandy and cherry wine

And the apple in the mouth

Of the head of John the Baptist

Tell us of hate, we said

Tell us of hate

Don’t spare the bait

Won’t ya tell us of hate?

And he said, well

I’ve never tasted your flavor before

So maybe hate is your whore

But I remember when we were lovers

Hear my, hear my song

What if I’m, what if I’m wrong

Hear my, hear my song

I’m always right but what if I’m wrong

What if I’m wrong