Lyrics Glorious Feeling - Joelistics, RÜFÜS DU SOL

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