Oh, great god above
I know it's you I’m supposed to love
But your hand in my life
Feels like a rubber glove
And I’m your laboratory rat
Who screams your name when push comes to shove
Oh, great god above
I know it's you I’m supposed to love
But your voice in my hear sounds like anger from above
And we’re unwilling participants
In your vain experiment
To make us know your fame
credits
from The Send Offs,
track released December 1, 2012
Drums: Matt Murphy
Bass: Adam Obando
Guitar/Vocals: Ben Thurmond