God is dead
The voice does cry
Everyone hears it
Loud in the sky

There is shock, disbelief
What does one think?
All bars are full
We all need a drink

Some people cry hoax
God's still talking to me
But they're all acting
Very doo-lally

Its confirmed as true
He'd dead all right
His body is laid out
To see in plain sight

Between Jupiter and Saturn
There it lies
It turns out he had
Rather large thighs

Who will succeed God
On his throne?
A really good choice
Or a damn traffic cone?

Here's a list of some
Standing for god
All there together
Like peas in a pod

There's Jesus, Mohammed
Beckham, Blair and Bush
Thatcher, Michael Jackson
And that guy with the tush

David Ike, Madonna
And Kermit the Frog
With his wife in tow
Yes that ugly pink hog

G
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S

Oh no a shock
The Angels have said
It's unnatural causes that
Made God so Dead

God's Ultra-Dead
Who's to blame?
One of his successors
Thats the claim

Was it Jesus or Mohammed
Fed up of waiting
Or Beckham, Blair or Bush
Ego's inflating

Or Mr Jackson
Hoping for past glory
Or Ike or Madonna
And was it real gory

We want all the facts
Did a muppet commit murder
We need gory details
To release us from purder

Oh no it's worse
God committed suicide
So many responsibilities
And no-where to hide

He couldn't cope
With it all in his life
It was brought to a head
By divorce from his wife

So now we must all
Breathe in and go on
Knowing God was mortal
Like everyone

But on the brightside
We each lady and gent
Can therefore be god
A gift heaven sent