I could be a god Pardon, roll over little child Roll over back in time And thanks a lot My tinder bio says I'm like DaVinci on drugs I could be a made man According to my ego I look better than Peter O'toole I said, Oh, my my my My my my My money Where's all my money gone Where's all my money gone Where's all my money As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark A trial and tribulation of a perfect god My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck But if ain't that lovely, yeah I hear you plead the lord Saying, please don't blow our heads up I hear you plead the lord Saying, please don't blow our heads up As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark A trial and tribulation of a perfect god My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck But if ain't that lovely Ain't that lovely ain't that lovely Ain't that lovely ain't that free Oh, I could be a god Pardon, roll over little child Roll over back in time And thanks a lot Man, if I had the power and the glory Then I think I would love to end you I would love to end you I would love to end you I would love to end you Right about now