My God & Your God - To Kill A King

Here’s to the God of false fresh starts

Who’s worshipers can be found wherever you are

With a fresh gym card and a bear claw in each hand

Raise up your glass to the saint of lost causes

He’s had His eye on me since I started walking

He gave me my first title which said «I'm free to a good home»

But my God and your God they don’t get along

As miserable apart as they were as one

Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along

Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun

Here’s to the lady, I won’t say her name

The moment I do, well she won’t come again

But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stars

Throw a penny in the jar to my old bout with death

Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest

But a couple of whiskies in, you see, he’s a right proper gent

But my God and your God they don’t get along

As miserable apart as they were as one

Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along

Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun

My God and your God they’re one in the same

Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain

My God and your God, oh things will never change

Chasing each other to the end of our days

Give a smile and a towel to those wet born-agains

Wash away regret, hold their won’ts in again

I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing

Give one day a week to the God of song and drink

If one’s not enough then give more if you can

Cause this world’s kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation

But my God and your God they don’t get along

As miserable apart as they were as one

Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along

Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun

My God and your God they’re one in the same

Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain

My God and your God, oh things will never change

Chasing each other till the end of our days

My God and your God just fuck everything

Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win

I said, my God and your God were once in love

So disfigured, just look what they’ve become