Ooh gawd
are we where yet
Ooh gawd
whose cat now outta the bag
whiles bliss zit breaking out
Ooh gawd
ye devil already made me chew it
so why only ye left task of bitting
tomorrow ole year long tongue

Silence ooh gawd
Because of rue
Ah kind deaf ye say
Though knowing
Kindness not virtue
worth dying toward

Boo gotcha Ooh gawd
The way ye play dead
Makes dying a survival skill

Ooh gawd through
mischief of God's
In God ye trust
Though ye gods
Don't believe in
Ourselves

Ooh gawd
because it's quite easy
to breakup with money
than to walk away from money
I'm financially embarrassed again

Ooh gawd be it bliss time or otherwise
Ye long for or towards
Forget not to often foolishly or recklessly
ye sought to acquire longing via disregard that inevitable result of awaited indulgence be not designed to be kept.

Savior whom ha ha
Ye ignorant out number ye meek
though not ye village idiots