God’s Awful Truth You come and you go, Without a word, To anyone but yourself. You’re a boy, Out of touch, And out of luck, On the days, Of empty wooden boxes, Never changing clocks. You’re a concubine. You’re a concubine. Building your fortune. You’re a boy, Living for himself. On a plane, In the sky, Of real life. You massacre the purists. You’re a lost fu**in tourist. In your own life. In your own life. Afraid of morning time madness, And overwhelming sadness. Fake the words you say to strangers. And true the words you say to lovers. Have you ever learned nothing, From your sisters and brothers. The God awful truth, Is God’s only truth. The God awful truth, Is God’s only truth. Lakes of summer trees, Reflecting, In the month of June. Hush my baby, It’ll all come back, To you soon. You’re a boy, you’re a boy, You’re just a little boy. Of Lucifer’s dream. And Lucy your bl**j** queen. It’s a wonderful day for a party. Fake the words you say to strangers. And true the words you say to lovers. Have you ever learned nothing, From your sisters and brothers. The God awful truth, Is God’s only truth. The God awful truth, Is God’s only truth. vlounge