God Hates Kansas Songtext
von The Motion Sick

I′m going back to Kansas
But it's never going to be the same again
Ever since I fell in love
With this heartless and cold tin man

And I know that it′s lonely without me
And I know that you won't know just what to do
But I'm here in this Technicolor violence
And I can′t wait to go on without every single one of you
And you′re wicked if you look Jewish
'cause that′s where the chilling tales they all come from
Eating all the children of the Christians
And killing off the savior before he could save anyone


There's no such thing as magic in your slippers
Or in that blonde, attractive woman′s wand
And all the small and worthless people whisper
While the real magicians hide the aces in
their palms and the poor are reading psalms
But be careful what you wish for
Because disappointment's twice as full of hate
And it burns like antiseptic when you realize
Who is out there, who is out there,
who is out there, listening to you pray

And the modern state of technology
It does nothing, but keep my mind off of things
And a thousand angels lose their wings
Every time, every time a cell phone rings

But I′m never going back to Kansas
I'm never turning back to see its starving face
And there's no time for going back to Kansas
And I′m never gonna set foot in that worthless and oppressive place