You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed
He has a vague memory of before some fall
Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall
If god is in his image, the almighty must be small
God only knows
Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees
After d***ing me and you to hell for eternity
s** and power and money is the prayer of these priests
They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys
God only knows
My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep
While I was f****** celibate, self-righteous in belief
Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep
We fell upon each other starving for belief
God only knows
I speak in the name of god
I speak in the name of that
white haired old man in the clouds
Always a man
Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips
Watching you every second of the day
Just waiting for you to f*** up
I speak in the name of God
I'm his intermediary
I'm a Mollah, I'm a Priest, I'm a Vicar
If you want to go to God
You have to come through me
Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and
God-fearing biggots
All these sef-rightious, self-appointed prophets
because if so:-
I know where I'd rather be
Away from this cacophony
Away from this cacophony
God only knows
God only knows
God only knows
He has a vague memory of before some fall
Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall
If god is in his image, the almighty must be small
God only knows
Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees
After d***ing me and you to hell for eternity
s** and power and money is the prayer of these priests
They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys
God only knows
My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep
While I was f****** celibate, self-righteous in belief
Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep
We fell upon each other starving for belief
God only knows
I speak in the name of god
I speak in the name of that
white haired old man in the clouds
Always a man
Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips
Watching you every second of the day
Just waiting for you to f*** up
I speak in the name of God
I'm his intermediary
I'm a Mollah, I'm a Priest, I'm a Vicar
If you want to go to God
You have to come through me
Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and
God-fearing biggots
All these sef-rightious, self-appointed prophets
because if so:-
I know where I'd rather be
Away from this cacophony
Away from this cacophony
God only knows
God only knows
God only knows