God knows what time it is
And God knows what’s going through
All these pretty girls heads
And God might know everything
But he sure ain’t sharing it with me
Because I’m swimming in a club,
I’m jumping with everyone else
I’m laughing and screaming and shouting
And trying to find God
In all the least likely places.
It’s divine squalor and flashing lights
And I’m loving every minute of it
As we let the pounding beat
Pound our hearts to mincemeat.
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