Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glorious Feeling, artist - Joelistics. Album song Voyager, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.05.2011
Record label: Joel Ma
Song language: English
Glorious Feeling |
| It’s a glorious feeling |
| I’m up on my feet again |
| God gave up on the human race |
| He said based upon the data that I’ve had to face |
| You’ve really made a mess of the place that I’ve made for you |
| And then you turn around and you ask me to save you |
| Jews blame the Christians, Christians the Muslims |
| Atheists admitted they were wrong but right |
| The pope said, well, I guess that’s that then |
| Collectively we all breathe out a sigh |
| All of the damage that religion had done |
| Was put into perspective underneath the sun |
| And God said faith is a beautiful thing |
| But it’s time for you to take responsibility kids |
| Cause I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| But the streets of heaven aren’t lined with gold |
| You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone |
| It’s a glorious feeling |
| I’m up on my feet again |
| The human race gave up on god |
| And said it’s high time that we all got along |
| The arguments about who the hell she loved best |
| Were seen for what they were and laid to rest |
| And politicians stopped using God as an excuse |
| To commit the most blatant abuse of power |
| Loud like ringing in the ears |
| The sounds of the prayers of the cheers |
| From the people released |
| All baptized at the miracle of life |
| Without the regrets and the guilt and the threats |
| Sex was celebrated, life was embraced |
| The basic thing was maintain respect |
| And I don’t know what you’ve been told |
| But the streets of heaven aren’t lined with gold |
| You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone |
| On the streets of the cities of the world you find them |
| People of all types who climb the horizon |
| Fresh newborn’s and the fresh new morning |
| Lovers in the night who fly and then fall |
| The march of survivors, designers, tyrants, messiahs, limousine drivers |
| Colonels, brigadiers, sergeants, privates |
| The scientists smashing particles together |
| The junkies, the tradies, the gentlemen, the ladies, the babies |
| The aged and infirm, the hermits, the perverts, the servants, the surgeons |
| The insurgents killing in the name of god |
| The slow and the steady who were ready for anything |
| The war on the menacing, and even center-link |
| And the ones who were pedaling stories |
| Of the grace and the glory |
| It’s a glorious feeling |
| I’m up on my feet again |