Glorious Feeling - Joelistics, RÜFÜS DU SOL

It’s a glorious feeling

I’m up on my feet again

God gave up on the human race

He said based upon the data that I’ve had to face

You’ve really made a mess of the place that I’ve made for you

And then you turn around and you ask me to save you

Jews blame the Christians, Christians the Muslims

Atheists admitted they were wrong but right

The pope said, well, I guess that’s that then

Collectively we all breathe out a sigh

All of the damage that religion had done

Was put into perspective underneath the sun

And God said faith is a beautiful thing

But it’s time for you to take responsibility kids

Cause I don’t know what you’ve been told

But the streets of heaven aren’t lined with gold

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

It’s a glorious feeling

I’m up on my feet again

The human race gave up on god

And said it’s high time that we all got along

The arguments about who the hell she loved best

Were seen for what they were and laid to rest

And politicians stopped using God as an excuse

To commit the most blatant abuse of power

Loud like ringing in the ears

The sounds of the prayers of the cheers

From the people released

All baptized at the miracle of life

Without the regrets and the guilt and the threats

Sex was celebrated, life was embraced

The basic thing was maintain respect

And I don’t know what you’ve been told

But the streets of heaven aren’t lined with gold

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone

On the streets of the cities of the world you find them

People of all types who climb the horizon

Fresh newborn’s and the fresh new morning

Lovers in the night who fly and then fall

The march of survivors, designers, tyrants, messiahs, limousine drivers

Colonels, brigadiers, sergeants, privates

The scientists smashing particles together

The junkies, the tradies, the gentlemen, the ladies, the babies

The aged and infirm, the hermits, the perverts, the servants, the surgeons

The insurgents killing in the name of god

The slow and the steady who were ready for anything

The war on the menacing, and even center-link

And the ones who were pedaling stories

Of the grace and the glory

It’s a glorious feeling

I’m up on my feet again