Texty: Crowded House. Woodface. There Goes God.

What'll I tell him
When he comes to me for absolution?
Wouldn't you know it?
Hope I don't make a bad decision

'Cos I'd like to believe that there is a God
Why sinful angels suffer for love
I'd like to believe in the terrible truth
In the beautiful lies

Like to know you
But in this town I can't get arrested
If you know me
Why don't you tell me what I'm thinking?

Hey, don't look now but there goes God
In His sexy pants and His sausage dog
And he can't stand Beelzebub
'Cos he looks so good in black, in black

Hey, don't look now but there goes God
In His sexy pants and His sausage dog
And He can't stand Beelzebub
'Cos He looks so good in black, in black, in black

There goes God
There goes God
There goes God
There goes God
There goes God

There is a God
There goes God
There goes God
There goes God
There goes God