God's Kid Brother - The Dead Milkmen

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