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Backstory:

We were both angry. The Westboro Baptist Church was protesting a military funeral. The song almost wrote itself.                                                                    

Lyrics:

                                                  
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