Lyrics God Is Dead - The Smith Street Band

God Is Dead

Sobriety’s good but so is being high
Society’s fine with the passage of time
Try slow it down so I can unwind
Tragedy’s comedy if you can get through it
If you can get through it
Perspective’s impossible from this position
I don’t care either way, don’t make it my decision
I’m not the one with the plan, I’m the one with the vision
Tragedy is comedy if you can get through it
If you can get through it
God is dead and reality is fake
It’s a hive mind nightmare of a dying race
And there is no luck and there is no fate
And nobody cares about you or your pain
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
I’ve always been more distressing than cool
I’m a blood nose on the first day of school
My own quiet life at the bottom of the pool
Tragedy is comedy if you can get through it
If you can get through it
Come a long way from a neck in a noose
Look me in the eye and call that an excuse
I wasn’t sure what to make tight or keep loose
Was never a boy scout, so I fell straight through it
I fell straight through it
God is dead and reality is fake
It’s a hive mind nightmare of a dying race
And there is no luck and there is no fate
And nobody cares about you or your pain
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
Yeah, that way
But I wanna be
The boy at the bar mitzvah, the child at the christening
The corpse at the funeral, the bride at the wedding
And none of this matters, so we shouldn’t just stop
Not with all the perpetual motion we’ve got or we had
Who knows?
Not like I’m going to shows
I’m pissing in the wind, I don’t know which way it blows
Coming straight out of Box Hill like a bat out of hell
If you’re not gonna forget me, remember me well