God's Hands

Hey yall I'm marryin' that girl

With the pain and don't lie

Liquify your meaning, but wont

Tell her you miss her, she's with me



'Cause I'm done - you know

But it tastes like mud



Don't tell her you love her

She's with me

I know you may make her feel a whore

I wont tell her I miss her

She's not feeling sore



'Cause I'm gone - inside

But it tastes like MUD!



But I know you hate me

But that's ok cuz' I hate you too

Leaving here and you won

Shut the fuck UP!



Leaving tomorrow

I'm gone leaving to God

You might be my girl

Leave to God

You're my little girl

Even to God



I'm gone - inside

But it tastes like MUD!



But I know you hate me

But that's ok cuz' I hate you too

Leaving here and you won

Shut the fuck UP!



Leaving to God - you were a girl

Leaving to God - he might be a girl

Leaving to God - he find a girl