God is calling you, you keep hanging up (piano punk)

i dunno when this is all gonna come crashing down
who knows what could happen
5 cop cars for one little red car
this has never been a serious country
just do drugs i guess
the fact that they have methadone clinics...
how they really feel about drugs
you shouldn't need a reason other than fuck that
not everybody's the same no matter how much they love to assimilate
so many don't understand my refusal to upgrade my phone
i feel more alone immersed in a world that would rather stare at a screen than be a human being
didn't expect that chord change but fuck it
i need my stuff, it gets me thru
this piano is freaking me out it's so loud
God is an online psychic for me
no stinkin therapist could handle it
burning in hell ain't cool
hell is hot when you have not God's grace
ain't nothing gonna take His place
found my voice singing for the Lord
confidence that i never had before
didn't think i could do anything w/out weed
respite from a world of nothing but shit
repugnant, most of what i have to say