Ever seen a man with an idol in his hand?
His faith is weak, his brow is wet
Have you ever seen a child being lied to?
To his face in a place of faith

What do I do with my god?
Seeing their faith is a fraud
And every man with a bible in his hand knows the plan
To die and be in the great relief in the sky

Gotta go hide in the very last tomb
Never ever seen nothing like you
Blind as I am I can see your faith
Did you ever think it might be misplaced?
Coming on down back to earth
Heaven in eleven, the great rebirth
Keep on moving through the great beyond
Here comes Jesus and his magic wand

What do I do with my god?
Seeing their faith is a fraud
And every man who has a bible in his hand knows the plan
To die and be in the great relief in the sky

Come back to me, my lord
I never said goodbye
Come back to me, my savior
I said goodbye
Goodbye!

What do I do with my god?
Seeing their faith is a fraud
And every man with a bible in his hand knows the plan
To die and be in the great relief in the sky