Lyrics No Other God - Kristeen Young, Brian Molko, Tony Visconti

No Other God

I saw your mom the other day
She says you’re wrong in every way
Her little words sick like the flu
I see the things they do to you
She better cut it out
You better cut her out
You better cut her off
You’ll have no other god
Before me
I saw you with your friends last night
Shooting shit by Bud’s early Light
You’ve got so much life inside you
They drag you down till you can’t move
They better cut it out
You better cut them out
You better cut them off
You’ll have no other god
Before me
All you need
All you need
All you need
Is me
Is me
Is me
Lucky you
Lucky you
Lucky you
You found me
You found me
You found me
What’d you do?
What’d you see?
What’d you feel
Before me?
(Before me, before me)
And my love is so, oh, oh
You’ll wanna kill
Your friends
I’ve seen you labour for your dreams
Then, comatose when they’re unseen
And sometimes God is silent too
But God can’t fill you like I do
He better cut it out
You better cut Him out
You better cut Him off
You’ll have no other God
Before me
You’ll have no other God
Before me
You’ll have no other God
Before me
Thou shalt not worship false idols
You want to kill your friends
You will not worship false idols