God-ish Songtext
von Will Stetson

Oh, my God

Love ends in breaking up, or there something close
Your life ends in dying out, or something close
Man, it′s so damn interesting, 'cause I wouldn′t know
Only guessing the story's end, here's how it goes, oh-on

Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, a God-ish like

Now, stop it, just stop it, come on and stop it, just stop it
I′m getting worked up, body burning hot
Too massive, so massive, dreaming so massive, too massive
Big cash rolling right until the end, yay, yay

Gott ist tot


That′s God-ish, baby, face it
Yeah, it's God-ish either way (my God)
I want you, want you, IQ falling, pouring down the drain
So evil-hearted, baby
Well, I′m evil anyway (my God)
I hate you, hate you, get out of the way

With your ugly hair dye, and your eyes, and overflowing lies
And your scent, and your clothes, and all the blush you buy
It's that-ish, darling, face it, yeah, it′s that-ish how you chase
With your quoting, and how you boast, and your reviews
How you're good with people, how you joke, all of your views
That′s God-ish, baby, face the facts, like that, like that, it's got me going mad

Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, a God-ish like

Thinking beyond, is it angst in our very soul?
While looking down upon the peasant's so stupid goals?
It′s really hard while doing nothing to keep growing old
When every light to guide the way is now already sold


We play at God and block the word the preachers long have told
And find ourselves upon the throne to rule all on our lonesome
A prayer of discipline, critiquing those all on their own, it′s-
Do you know?

What nonsense are you spouting, stupid? Nonsense, honestly
I don't know what crap you′re saying, but it's putting me to sleep
We′re lacking in attention, okay, everyone agrees
Give me something cool to let me dance to beam

Disgusting, disgusting, God it's disgusting, disgusting
I′m now a fan of what I'm meant to hate
It's tiny, so small, man, your mind is so tiny, it′s tiny
So alone ′cause you're smarter than the rest, the best, the best

Gott ist tot

That′s God-ish, baby, face it
Yeah, it's God-ish either way (my God)
Like dying, while you swear to God that you′re healthy anyway
That's super damn depressing
Bet you′re desperate for a raise (my God)
How sad, how sad, epigone born too late

With your titles, and your art, your fancy story
And your concerts, and special songs, that stupid melody
It's that-ish, darling, face it, yeah, it's that-ish how you chase
With your quoting, and how you boast, and your reviews
How you′re good with people, how you joke, all of your views
That′s God-ish, baby, face the facts, like that, like that, it's got me going mad-mad

Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
What an ish, what an ish
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, like
Tu-tu-ru, tu-tu-tu-ru, a God-ish like

Love ends in breaking up, or there something like
Your life ends in dying out, or something like
Man, it sure was interesting to peek from behind
I liked it more when I′d dance and not ask why, that's life