I’ve seen it all and I will not forget
That all other bands must clear the fucking set
step up with joy and I step up with regret
I still despise all musicians that I’ve met
Come into town and ill preach to your face
The music, business is an arms-race
Put down the mic and get off the stage
Rip up your flyers act your fucking age
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
God loves us all
God is a contract, God is a deal
God is a song that will tell you how to feel
God is a rip-off God is a steal
God is an industry that will make you kneel
God is a downloadable, audio
God is a top chart ten in a row
Nowadays God will never have your back
Nowadays God is a synthesizer rack
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
God loves us all
You can do good and you could do nice
The industry will be your demise
For a record deal there is a price
Perform a song then perform a heist
Auto-tune this and auto-tune that
Men in cowboy hats laugh and grow fat
Auto-tune this and auto-tune that
Men in cowboy hats laugh and grow fat
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
Keep it up, try to keep the calm
God loves us all