My God's Better Than Your God
by Kasimir Svettirsson and friends
I (A) suppose you can't help it really, you're just (Bm) no good heathen scum,
And (C) all your beliefs are just a (G) load of superstition that you (D) learned from your barmy old mum.
You (A) think you see it all so clearly, you (Bm) think you've got it all worked out,
But (C) all of your religion's just a (G) load of mumbo-jumbo. cos (D) Asgard's what it's about!
Chorus
We got (C) Law Gods, we got (D) War Gods,
We got (G) knock you (F#/D) down to the (E) floor Gods.
And (A) all you got is a bunch of nancy (D) boys!
(C) My God's better than (G) Your God,
and (C) My God's bigger than (G) Yours.
(C) My God's coming round (G) Your God's heaven,
To (A) show Your Gods what (D) for.
(C) My God does better (G) rituals,
and (C) My God give better (G) spells.
and (C) My God doesn't like (G) hanging out with Your God, cos (F) Your (D) God (A) smells.....
Some of you worship the sunrise, and get your kicks hugging trees,
But you're just a bunch of hippy soap-dodgers, with tie-died curtains and fleas,
Some people's Gods have got feathers, and some people's Gods have got fur,
But the Norscan Gods are all proper-shaped people, not food that you have to call "Sir".
Chorus
What's the use of worshipping a spider, except to keep your temples clear of flies,
And who wants to pray to a gang of three women, or a bald bloke who ate all the pies?
We've got a bloke with a bloody great hammer, we've got a bloke with a bloody great spear,
And when we've died, we get a free ride from a hot chick in combat gear!
Chorus
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