THAT AIN’T MY GOD
(Claire Ulanoff/Will Hopkins)


In this town everyone turns out when a soldier dies
So I was at the grave when that church bus came
They got off and formed a line, holding up their homemade signs
Shouting out “God hates the USA”

As the widow held a freshly folded flag
You could hear them out there screaming “God hates fags”…

That ain’t my God
That ain’t what I believe
That ain’t the Man who speaks to me
My God is a God of love
He’s only there to lift you up
Any God who knocks you to your knees
That ain’t my God

Last night forty-seven died in the Middle East
When a bomb went off in a marketplace
Just a nameless soldier in a holy war
With eternal life strapped around his waist

Another chapter in the book of lies and pain
And to top it off they do this in His name

(chorus)

That tv preacher wagged his finger
As the storm hit New Orleans
Said “the wrath of God will wipe this city clean”…

(chorus)




© Ulanoff/Hopkins