Blasphemy (The Good Ones)

They say there is a god Now I don't intend on blasphemy They say there is a god But the spirit inside's dead to me I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me With this fucked up history My Dads are a pair of the good ones Cause they always knew right from wrong My Dads are a pair of the good ones Yet I always hear them sing the same song Fighting demons in their head Probably wishing they was dead While the rest of the world goes along My Mom is one of the good ones Places out her heart to see My Mom is one of the good ones Cause she gave the whole world to me But the world gave nothing to her Slugging back some vodka shooters Still hands out her energy They say there is a god Now I don't intend on blasphemy They say there is a god But the spirit inside's dead to me I'm beggin' on my knees sayin' gotta'b kidding me With this fucked up history My Grandma was one of the good ones She was sweet as can be My Grandma was one of the good ones She was warm as a cup of tea But her husband never loved her Now she's buried six feet under We all miss her desperately I try to think I'm one of the good ones Cause all I wanna be is free I try to think I'm one of the good ones But I can't be free from me Thinking I can never love There's no one that can trust The fucked up person I hide in me They say there is a god Now I don't intend on blasphemy But the only ones I see Are the people standing next to me I'm screaming from my knees Sayin' gotta'b kidding me With your fucked up fantasies