God Is My Co-pilot - Work Is Love Lyrics

I've been sorting through The trash I've been collecting
And from what I have seen in the pop culture
Magazines
People used to dream of owning a house
And breaking up their hum drum routine
As I look out on to the remains
I realize it was all in vein
They thought there was Some benevolent being up in the sky
They thought they'd be saved
But I look around and we are depraved
We barely resemble the photos I've seen
At least I think we are the same beings
Or once were at the very least
At the very least
It can get pretty lonely out here
But this isn't a tale of love
It's a tale of conquest and It's a tale of blood
It's a tale of conquest
And it's a tale of blood
I realized it one day while I Was consolidating the trash
All this trash was made by The hands of men
They take they break
They f*ck they rape
They eat t bone steaks
They take their whiskey straight
Straight from the bottle