Make Me Laugh
Spread the word Through me God is heard You're making me laugh Tell me your killin' joke Evangelist You're making me laugh Jesus saves But only after I've been paid You're making me laugh Tell me your killin' joke Evangelist End your hoax God say's have a TV show God say's baby do some blow God say's taxes are a sin 'God say's pour the money in Rape the poor, faith no more Faith for cash, make me laugh Faith no more, face the whore Rape your past, make me laugh Never, never, ever sin Unless God say's to stick it in You're making me laugh Tell me your killin' joke Evangelist The truth can choke Defrocked from your seat Don't shit where you eat You're making me laugh Tell me your killin' joke That God talks to you There's no hope God say's have a TV show God say's baby do some blow God say's taxes are a sin God say's pour the money in Rape the poor, faith no more Faith for cash, make me laugh Faith no more, face the whore Rape your past, make me laugh God say's have a swimming pool God say's keep the doghouse cool God say's planes and boats and cars God say's have and amusement park God say's go and masturbate God say's file taxes late God say's paint your face all sick God say's be a real prick God say's have a TV show God say's baby do some blow God say's taxes are a sin God say's pour the money in
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jul 21, 2026
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Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs do metro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle, Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle. Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices. Antisocial, tu perds ton sang froid. Repense a toutes ces annees de service. Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices, Enfin le temps perdu qu'on ne rattrape plus. Ecraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps. En les eclaboussant, tu deviens genant. Dans ton desespoir, il reste un peu d'espoir Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins batards. Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutot les poings, Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite Releve la gueule, je suis la, t'es pas seul Ceux qui t'enviaient, aujourd'hui te jugeraient. Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale, Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal, Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs do metro, Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas, Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle, Impossible d'avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle. Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice Impossible de violer cette femme pleine de vices. Antisocial, antisocial, antisocial, antisocial
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jul 21, 2026