7 trumpets in astoria

Lyrics
Placing pennies On the grave of sinners Playing god every day 'Cause someones gotta do it Why not me? It can't be that hard Perform a couple miracles They'll like that Then the voices grew too loud "Gotta do something about this It's every fuckin' night with these guys" He floods the earth "maybe if they weren't so damn rude Maybe if they weren't so fucking loud Showed some compassion once in a while" It's all the same, they kill, destroy, it's not enough "maybe next time i'll make them mute Kind of thinking I need a break I'll come back in a millennia I'll set those little fuckers straight" Now they're tracing and counting lines on their hands Hoping to discover superstition that they can believe I've been God Ain't all that great It's like any job And everything is always on fire
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Credits
- Writers
- Jim Doran
- Carter Jones of Sunflo’er
- Ethan Shantie
- Jeff Lyszczarz