Lyrics to God Hates Kansas
I'm going back to Kansas,
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With the heartless and cold tin man.
And I know that it's lonely without me,
And I know that you won't know just what to do,
But I'm here in this technicolor violence,
And I can't wait to go on without every single one of you.
And you're wicked if you look jewish,
Cause that's where the chilling tales they all come from,
Eating all the children of the christians,
And killing off the savior before he could save anyone.
And there's no such thing as magic in your slippers,
Or in the blonde, attractive woman's wand,
And all the small and worthless people whisper,
While the real magicians just hold the aces in their palms and the poor are reading psalms.
But I'm going back to Kansas,
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With a heartless and cold tin man.
And you're wicked if you're not white,
Like the grand wizard habit lit by crosses,
Burning in the moonlight.
But be careful what you wish for,
Because dissappointment's twice as full of hate,
And it burns like antiseptic when you realize,
Who is out there, who is out there, who is out there, listening to you pray.
But I'm going back to Kansas,
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With a heartless and cold tin man.
And this modern shield called technology,
It does nothing but keep my mind off of things,
And a thousand angels lose their wings,
Everytime, everytime a cell phone rings.
But I'm never going back to Kansas,
I'm never turning back to see its starving face,
Cause there's no time for going back to Kansas,
I'm never gonna set foot in that worthless and oppressive place.
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With the heartless and cold tin man.
And I know that it's lonely without me,
And I know that you won't know just what to do,
But I'm here in this technicolor violence,
And I can't wait to go on without every single one of you.
And you're wicked if you look jewish,
Cause that's where the chilling tales they all come from,
Eating all the children of the christians,
And killing off the savior before he could save anyone.
And there's no such thing as magic in your slippers,
Or in the blonde, attractive woman's wand,
And all the small and worthless people whisper,
While the real magicians just hold the aces in their palms and the poor are reading psalms.
But I'm going back to Kansas,
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With a heartless and cold tin man.
And you're wicked if you're not white,
Like the grand wizard habit lit by crosses,
Burning in the moonlight.
But be careful what you wish for,
Because dissappointment's twice as full of hate,
And it burns like antiseptic when you realize,
Who is out there, who is out there, who is out there, listening to you pray.
But I'm going back to Kansas,
But it's never going to be the same again,
Ever since I fell in love,
With a heartless and cold tin man.
And this modern shield called technology,
It does nothing but keep my mind off of things,
And a thousand angels lose their wings,
Everytime, everytime a cell phone rings.
But I'm never going back to Kansas,
I'm never turning back to see its starving face,
Cause there's no time for going back to Kansas,
I'm never gonna set foot in that worthless and oppressive place.
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