God is Really Real

"My dad can't get out of bed

There's somethin' in his lungs

I think that's what the doctor said

I gotta leave for Paris now

My band goes on at 10

And my dad can't get out of bed

The Earth is spinnin' like it always did

'The New York Times' is publishin'

Some real important thing

And each day when the world wakes up

Our lawns will still be wet

And my dad can't get out of bed

God is really real when you really, really need Him

Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it

Hear it loud and clear, just as long as it's convenient (Convenient)

Life's ****in' long 'til it stops, and God's ****in' fake 'til He's not

There's robots that are way too good at art

And everybody's sad now

And tryna get to Mars

Don't wanna hear your problems

'Cause there's just one in my head

And he can't get out of bed

What if we could break you out tonight?

This kind of thing happens to other dads

It don't happen to mine

I'll distract the doctors; we could sneak out with your meds

You could come along and be a roadie for the band

Come on, Dad, get out of bed

God is really real when you really, really need Him

Karma just appears when you suddenly believe it

Hear it loud and clear, just as long as it's convenient (Convenient)

Life's ****in' long 'til it stops, and God's ****in' fake 'til He's not

Now it's late, I really gotta go

And we can't face our feelings, so we're makin' lots of jokes

And we won't cry about it, no, we'll be manly men

"I love you" sounds all corny, so I wrote this song instead

I'll sing it for you, Dad, when you get out of bed

I'll sing for you when you're out of bed"