the dead milkmen
god's kid brother
Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear  Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator If this is the ultimate truth, it had to come out sooner or later  I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother  Their ivy halls are closed to us We scrape to survive and we taste the dust The things that we weren't meant to know Are spoke of in places where we can't go So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe That we were made by a different God  Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator Let's run to the volcano and toss a virgin in the crater  I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother  Their ivy halls are closed to us We scrape to survive and do what we must The things that we weren't meant to know Are spoke of in places where we can't go So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe That we were made by a different God  Maybe there are two Gods A perfect God who made all those perfect people And another God who made the rest of us And maybe, just maybe, somewhere there's a Heavenly choir That sings off key  Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator We'll dodge our way through life and hope for something greater  I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother    