[[VERSE 1]] Smell the grass on a whispering hill Watch the summer shimmer in a cottonwood tree Listen hard to the song of a whippoorwill I think you’ll get exactly what I mean [[VERSE 2]] Look across the spread of an Oklahoma plain Where a redtail hawk hovers high and still If you’ve ever found solace in the summer rain Then you know God’s into overkill [[CHORUS]] God really gets into overkill You can see it in every little thing God’s Nature is the nature of overkill God knows we can’t get enough of anything [[VERSE 3]] Like the breathless sight of a mountain high Or a river running through a valley floor This place is teeming with God’s overkill You’d think He’d tire of giving us more. [[CHORUS]] God really gets into overkill (overkill, overkill, sweet overkill) You can see it in every little thing God’s Nature is the nature of overkill God knows we can’t get enough of anything [BRIDGE]] Finite, finite, our minds are full of finite We are the kings of everything finite. But thank the calling leaves and grains of sand That God really gets into overkill (talk to the stars tonight, the stars tonight). [[CHORUS]] God really seems to get into overkill You can see it in every little thing God’s Nature is the nature of overkill God knows we can’t get enough of anything [[OUTRO]] (overkill) God knows we can’t get enough of anything God knows we can’t get enough of anything (overkill)
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