black book and black bags

I can't remember what brought me into the church
As a child it was expected
God had never talked me directly
Yet throughout my teenage years
I took drugs, slept around and behaved like the devils child
I never knew what I was doing was wrong, until God told
God is the greatest philosopher
That's what this voice told me at Piccadilly station
A fresh faced youth met my stare
I was getting annoyed up London with my mates
I was going to turn around and punch the tool
But I was stopped by a force, Gods love
Something or someone touched my mortal soul
I felt pathetic and so very small
I was a sinner
I was in fact a singer in a rock band
I spent my days being hi, and wishing I had a girlfriend
I drank heavily, I thought too many thoughts
Ok so I was an out of work musician
I believe now, that this young youth saw my pain
That all happened 7 months ago
I have broken free of the God squad now
Tell me how many more times can you read the same book?
I stopped this guy a couple of weeks ago
I was outside Piccadilly station
He looked really upset, he had been drinking
I told him that God could bring him happiness
He told me to go away!
I t became clear o me then
I had been used
There maybe a God? I don't know
And I don't care!
I was happy being a moody person
I liked thinking bad thoughts
I liked telling people to go and kill themselves when I was angry
If i had nails smashed into my hands and feet
I would scream “go away!!!!!”
Yesterday I got those black books
And put them into black bags

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