Bell X1 - Godsong Lyrics
Everybody finished their honey tipped cigarOur after dinner speaker tonight is GodA warm round of applause and then silenceTell us of love, we saidTell us of loveGreat one aboveWon't ya tell us of loveAnd he saidWell, I've never tasted your flavor beforeSo maybe love is your whoreMaybe just a figment of emotionHear my, hear my songWhat if I'm, what if I'm wrongHear my, hear my songI'm always right but what if I'm wrongThe crowd went wildMan, woman and childFueled by brandy and cherry wineAnd the apple in the mouthOf the head of John the BaptistTell us of hate, we saidTell us of hateDon't spare the baitWon't ya tell us of hate?And he said, wellI've never tasted your flavor beforeSo maybe hate is your whoreBut I remember when we were loversHear my,hear my songWhat if I'm, what if I'm wrongHear my, hear my songI'm always right but what if I'm wrongWhat if I'm wrong