God is Really Real

Lyrics for God is Really Real

My dad can't get out of bed There's somethin' in his lungs I think that's what the doctor said I gotta leave for Paris now My band goes on at ten And my dad can't get out of bed The Earth is spinnin' like it always did The New York Times' is publishin' Some real important thing And each day when the world wakes up Our lawns will still be wet And my dad can't get out of bed God is really real when you really, really need Him Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it Hear it loud and clear, just as long as it's convenient (convenient) Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops And God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not There's robots that are way too good at art And everybody's sad now And tryna get to Mars Don't wanna hear your problems 'Cause there's just one in my head And he can't get out of bed What if we could break you out tonight? This kind of thing happens to other dads It don't happen to mine I'll distract the doctors We could sneak out with your meds You could come along and be a roadie for the band Come on, Dad, get out of bed God is really real when you really, really need Him Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it Hear it loud and clear, just as long as it's convenient (convenient) Life's fuckin' long 'til it stops And God's fuckin' fake 'til He's not Now it's late, I really gotta go And we can't face our feelings, so we're makin' lots of jokes And we won't cry about it, no, we'll be manly men "I love you" sounds all corny, so I wrote this song instead I'll sing it for you, Dad, when you get out of bed I'll sing for you when you're out of bed