7 Days

If there's a God

Do you think He's looking down

Curled up on His couch right now?

As we fail to figure it out

Does He turn down the sound?

Is He proud? Are we proud?

Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter

Making boring people famous

Let's pretend they're fascinating

Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better

Or that pigment or religion really matters

We're in some trouble (Yeah)

Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen

At least the bubble that we've (Yeah)

Created could make for some good TV

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tuning in up there, way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and

Paste that we've made

Would You say, please say

It was worth the seven days

Does He hang his Head at

All the greed that we possess?

As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess

Maybe it's a test, maybe He's

Upset by the loose ends

Stressed like the rest of us

It happens to the best of us

God (Yeah), or is it Mr. G to me?

I hope that through the static

You'll show us the clarity

'Cause it's hard to find the

Silver lining in the bittersweet

Wonder if You're praying

For us 'fore You go to sleep

Do you sleep in peace?

'Cause we're in some trouble (Yeah)

Mr. Maker, but don't turn away from Your screen

At least the bubble that we've (Yeah)

Created has made for damn good TV

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tuning in up there, way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made

Would You say, please say

It was worth the seven days

Don't touch the remote

We'll be back in a moment

We are not hopeless, we are just coping

The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz

Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it

But we're growing, have some hope in us (Ooh)

And were we worth all the time you gave up?

Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs

I know You're tuning in up there, way up there

Would You care to answer my question?

Oh, the land of poor taste

The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made

Would You say, please say

It was worth the seven days

Yeah, oh, oh