It's Hard To Find A God

If your brother was a smoker
And your sister was a witch
It’s hard to find a god
If your father was a bully
And your mother was a bitch
It’s hard to find a god
When everything grows cold
We use dirt to fill the hole

Should He see everything
Or is He better blind?
It’s hard to find a God
Should He decide what’s bad and good
Or redefine what is unkind?
It’s hard to find a God
And so the trail goes cold
You use dirt to hide the hole

No prayers there, just thoughts shared
From my friends when they arrived
It’s hard to find a god
Was it just her time to go
Or simply too much overdrive?
It’s hard to find a god
The shovel digs the grave
By then all the dirt’s the same

Yea no prayers there,
just thoughts shared
As the earth melts into the sky
It’s hard to find a God
Did He die from natural causes
Or did we bury Him alive?
It’s hard to find a God
Then dirt just fills the hole
Oh my soul. Oh my soul.

Everybody wants one
Everybody needs one
Everybody has one
Though they think
They don’t have one
It’s hard to find a God