Somebody better tell God I think His monkeys have been playing around They got a highly of propensity to kill things And a disposition where they put themselves In very, very daring situations for the fuck of it You better ask God Did he really mean it when he made me? We build bombs, cut trees, and we raided your seas When it wasn't the land, we went killing for faith Self-terminate to end up in a better place God, we built farms Built guns, built cars Built factories, far and wide The democratic institution decides What's yours, what's mine Do you ever turn around and think before it we're fine? Don't believe in a god But I reckon if I did I'd ask Him why in the greater good He built a cancer for kids? And guilt-tripped a whole religion into building a bridge Because his monkeys had propensities to not take shit God, whoa Somebody better tell God