Bo Burnham, NEW song - "Oh my, God"/"Song from the Perspective of God" |
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Description: 11/26/11, Wilbur Theater, Boston, MA People say that I'm too ambitious with a lot of my songs, and that's ridiculous. This song's from the perspective of God: I've never written a book in my life 'Cause your tiny brains would never get it. Me compared to Shakespeare's like Shakespeare compared to Shakespeare's wife. I gave you everything, but I gave you simple minds so you made simple things. I gave you healthy birds; you made chicken wings. I gave you nipples; you made nipple rings. You're not going to heaven. Why would you EVER think I'd ever hang out with you? You're all dicks; I don't need you. I know a million aliens cooler than you. So fuck you. Oh my, I said, oh my, God Oh my, oh my, God I'm not gonna fix you I'm not gonna fix you I said oh my, oh my, God People give me money but I don't know why. 'Cause my real collection plate is an empty cup held by a homeless guy. I made every girl different, and they're all perfect just the way they are People tell them different, and people are smart Right! I just made the stars. You think you know beauty, love. Trust me; you don't; I'm the one who created them. You're overpopulated so I slaved for days making gays and you ended up hating them! Fuck youuuu! Oh my, oh my, God Oh my, oh my, God I'm not gonna fix you I'm not gonna fix you; I'm not gonna fix you Oh my, oh my, God I created many beings but you're the strangest that I've ever met. You think that you're my children but you're more like an annoying pet. The Messiah made the people wonder heavenly whether he's me, But I'm not into saving people who might nail me to a fucking tree. You're all angry, crying, sad, and lost. You worship power and wealth. The more that I watch you the less I believe in myself. Oh my, oh my, God. Oh my, oh my, God. I'm not gonna fix you. I'm not gonna fix you. Oh my, oh my, God. You're looking for answers that won't be found, no How many answers can a raindrop find before it hits the ground? You think I kill you people. You ask me 'Why?' when a child dies. Why would I kill someone when a hundred years passes when I blink my eyes? 
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