Here's to the god of false fresh starts Who's worshipers can be found wherever you are With a fresh (gym card) and a bear claw in each hand Raise up your glass to the saint of life's causes He's had His eye on me since I started walking He gave me my first title which said "I'm free to a good home" But my God and your God they don't get along As miserable apart as they were as one Oh, my God and your God they don't get along Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun Here's to the lady I won't say her name The moment I do it mean she won't come again | But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stories Throw a penny in the jar to my old (bout with death) Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest But a couple of whiskies in (you see, he's a right proper gent) But my God and your God they don't get along As miserable apart as they were as one Oh, my God and your God they don't get along Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun My God and your God they're one in the same Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain My God and your God, oh things will never change Chasing each other to the end of our days (Strum following chords once and let ring) Give a smile and a towel to those wet born again's Wash away regret to hold their won't's in again I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing. (Resume patterned strumming) Give one day a week to the god of song and drink If one's not enough then give more if you can Cause this world's kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation But my God and your God they don't get along As miserable apart as they were as one Oh, my God and your God they don't get along Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun Oh my God and your God they're one in the same Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain Oh my God and your God oh things will never change Chasing each other till the end of our days My God and your God just fuck everything Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win My God and your God were once in love (Single Strum)| So disfigured, just look what they've become