God Must Be Doing Cocaine

All of the zombies

Walking round out late

Making the city our stage

Gives us our pleasure

And cuts it with pain

God must be doing cocaine

Everyone's changing

Their body and face

Don't like the way we were made

So many prayers

How does he stay awake?

God must be doing cocaine

Can anyone really blame Him?

He probably needs an escape

Looking down at His creation

And thinking we've thrown it away

Robots are learning

And we can't keep pace

Feels like we'll all be replaced

Gets wild ideas

When he stays up late

God must be doing cocaine

Can anyone really blame Him?

He probably needs an escape

Looking down at His creation

And thinking we've thrown it away

I drove my brothers

To school yesterday

Who's gonna make sure they're safe?

Feels like sometimes

He goes missing for days

God must be doing cocaine