No Other God
 
i saw your mom the other day
she says you're wrong in every way
her little words sick like the flu
i see the things they do to you

she better cut it out
you better cut her out
you better cut her off
you'll have no other god before me

i saw you with your friends last night,
shooting shit by bud's early light
you've got so much life inside you
but they drag you down 'til you can't move

they better cut it out
you better cut them out
you better cut them off
you'll have no other god before me

all you need, all you need, all you need is me
lucky you, lucky you, lucky you.you found me
whadja do? whadja see? whadja feel before me?
and my love is so, oh, oh, you'll wanna kill your friends

i've seen you labour for your dreams
then, comatose when they're unseen
and sometimes god is silent, too
but god can't fill you like i do

he better cut it out
you better cut him out
you better cut him off
you'll have no other god before me
you'll have no other god before me
you'll have no other god before me