I'm laying on the ground and looking up to the sky
There is God up there I guess
But I have not seen him up to now.
I can’t find him even with the telescope
Neither Google-map, nor Google-sky
Can explain me why
Everyone should to pray and to suffer
Turning the live into an imprisonment
Tell me why the senior in rank, wears a watches which cost a million?
It seems like he is the only chosen one, and not those who beg for alms at the church porch.
It looks like this “uncles” have a limited edition IDs
Though, when gold domes shining at the sun. Fuck!
It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
May be he was walking on water
Some where far away from shores
But we were deceived every day
And it looks like they think we are goofs
We see a pitchfork-wielding crowd,
Which starts an everlasting slaughter
Though, when gold domes shining at the sun. Fuck!
It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
So let everyone believe in everything they want to:
In TV, in Priests, or what ever
Like the inerrancy of the mayor
Into anything "good" and "possible"
With the indifference and the laziness,
Have a bee in your bonnet.
And be happy with the peanuts they gave you
From their bottomless stuffed pockets
Though, when gold domes shining at the sun. Fuck!
It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
Ooooh, It is so angelic!
It is so angelic! It is so angelic!