---------------------------------------------------------------- NDC 32: Nordic Discord Challenge Genre: Britpop Theme: God ---------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: Woke up wearin’ wings I nicked from Primark Queue’s two miles long, full of blokes named Mark Saint Pete’s on a smoke break, leanin’ on the gates ”He shrugs” “Try again, Tuesday. The system’s outta faith.” “You’re havin’ a laugh, mate…” Heaven’s full, so come back later Got no space for one more faker Tried to repent, but I came too late “What’s the bleedin’ point?” I brought my sins in a Tesco crate Heaven’s full... try Hell next door “Might be more fun, anyway” Halos on eBay, grace sold out I found an angel, but he’s riddled with doubt He said, “Love’s dead, God’s in Ibiza,” Tongue in cheek with a soul beneath her "He DJs Thursdays at the Garden Bar..." A choir of nuns hum Radiohead tunes While Judas hands out sympathy spoons "Go on, take a sip..." Three Hail Marys and a pint of pride I still got denied — but cheers for the ride “I texted the Lord—left me on read…” There’s a line to the light But no lift to the right And I’m stuck on this stairwell, debating eternal shite (Echo: “shite… shite… shite…”) Heaven’s full, so come back later Left my soul in a minicab, mate… I said my prayers on a cracked screen God ghosted me like a deadbeat teen Heaven’s full... and the rent’s gone up “Cheers for nuffin’!” Heaven’s full — and I’ve had enough
