Lyrics Godsong - Bell X1, Nick Seymour

Godsong

Everybody finished their honey tipped cigar
Our after dinner speaker tonight is God
A warm round of applause and then silence
Tell us of love, we said
Tell us of love
Great one above
Won’t ya tell us of love
And he said
Well, I’ve never tasted your flavor before
So maybe love is your whore
Maybe just a figment of emotion
Hear my, hear my song
What if I’m, what if I’m wrong
Hear my, hear my song
I’m always right but what if I’m wrong
The crowd went wild
Man, woman and child
Fueled by brandy and cherry wine
And the apple in the mouth
Of the head of John the Baptist
Tell us of hate, we said
Tell us of hate
Don’t spare the bait
Won’t ya tell us of hate?
And he said, well
I’ve never tasted your flavor before
So maybe hate is your whore
But I remember when we were lovers
Hear my, hear my song
What if I’m, what if I’m wrong
Hear my, hear my song
I’m always right but what if I’m wrong
What if I’m wrong