God’s Up to His Tricks! Songtext
von Matt Rogers

There′s a magic boy and his name is God
He sits up on a cloud and gets down to his job
He says, "okay, my children! Who wants bliss?"
And then he cracks his big old knuckles
And God gets up to his tricks

Let's make the wind blow the snow around

Deck the halls
Let′s fill the childrens' ears with Christmas sound
Because I am God
I am real, I am real, I am real, I am real
And I'm feeling some type of way
Ooh, God you got up to some fabulous
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, tricks today

But did you know that God can also be a bitch?
He likes to bring a tragedy at bad times
And be like, "you′re gonna actually lose your whole home!"
And then nothing good happens
You just lose your home, he says


Let′s send a phone call with weird news about your mom's health (ugh!)
Let′s kill the family dog so suddenly because life is suffering
I am real, I am real, I am real, I am real
And I'm feeling my oats today

Ooh, God you got up to some nasty little
Freaky daddy, ooh, tricks today!

Here we go!
Sometimes God can send a plentiful blessing
God can make us say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Sometimes God can try to fuck up your whole life
God can make us say (oh, fuck!)
But we are grateful for everything he does equally
I am a person who actually believes this
And in every election I reliably vote

Let′s sing the sing songs and dance the dance But stop to pray
Say thanks for water and thank youl for
That thing where you get sudden intense rectal pain
He is real, real, real, reel

And feeling some type of way
Ooh, God you got up to some incredible tricks today

Ooh, God, you stupid bitch! You got up to some tricks today