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White God

 

White God

(album: New World - 2017)


So, what am I to do
In this fucked up place?
Where I get no peace
And I can't be safe
And I can't talk to God
Says I can't be saved
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die

Fake girls go and buy their love
From fake boys who ran out of drugs
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die young
White God crawls inside her nose
Head down like she's seen a ghost
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die young

So, what am I to do
In this fucked up place?
Where my hearts in two
And my mind's enslaved
By a phony God
Says I can't be saved
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die

Fake girls go and buy their love
From fake boys who ran out of drugs
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die young
White God crawls inside her nose
Head down like she's seen a ghost
And the weak don't die young
Yeah, the weak don't die

There'll be heaven on the coast
For the most high, for the most high
And I don't wanna be alone
So I'm always high, so I'm always high

So, what am I to do
In this fucked up place?
Where I get no peace
And I can't be safe
And I can't talk to God
Says I can't be saved
Says the weak don't die young
And the weak don't die young

All the fake girls go and buy their love
From fake boys who ran out of drugs
And the weak don't die young
No, the weak don't die young
White God crawls inside her nose
Head down like she's seen a ghost
No, the weak don't die young
No, the weak don't die at all

And everybody ought to know this love

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