God Is Dead - Leatherface

God is dead, in my shed.

Better red, living in my head.

Best unsaid.

Filling me with dread.

God is dead put it in my shed.

Better dead than red.

The dog is fed

God is dead, definitely dead.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

Chicago school.

Treats us like fools.

God is Dead.

He’s buried in my shed.

The free market is still not dead.

Wartime leaders get Nobel peace prizes.

God is dead.

He’s definitely dead.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

I wouldn’t lie to you.

Even though he was really never my own.

Even though he was really never my own.