By J.D. Moss
Buy the sweater with black tie-dye jeans.
Feed your face with chocolate and jelly beans
Call up chicks for a good time tonight.
Call him Niger just to start a fight. But still…
The emptiness inside your heart,
won’t be filled, won’t jump-start.
The emptiness inside your soul,
stays empty, stays stone cold.
So, tell me ma where is your God?
Can I phone, is He home,
For me? For me!
The straighter fags call you while you’re at home.
Want to masturbate with you over the phone.
Too weak to be good too scared to be bad.
So you stay home alone, twice stoned and sad.
And you wonder why…
The emptiness inside your heart,
won’t be filled, won’t jump-start.
The emptiness inside your soul,
stays empty, stays stone cold.
So, tell me ma where is your God?
Can I phone, is He home,
For me? For me!
Buy more music to help fill the void.
Yet, Phil Collins and Dylan don’t bring joy.
Packaged entertainment leaves you empty still.
And the coffin closes with every thrill.
Father help me now…
The emptiness inside your heart,
won’t be filled, won’t jump-start.
The emptiness inside your soul,
stays empty, stays stone cold.
So, tell me ma where is your God?
Can I phone, is He home,
For me? For me!
From “906030”
Copyright 1990 by J.D. Moss