Glorious Feeling Songtext
von Joelistics

It′s a glorious feeling
I'm up on my feet again
It′s a glorious feeling
I'm up on my feet again

God gave up on the human race
He said "based upon the data that I've had to face
You′ve really made a mess of the place that I made for you
And then you turned around and you asked me to save you"
Jews blamed the Christians, Christians the Muslims
Atheists admitted they were wrong but right
The Pope said "well, I guess that′s that then"
Collectively we all breathed out a sigh
All of the damage that religion had done
Was put into perspective underneath the sun
And God said "faith is a beautiful thing
But it's time for you to take responsibility, kids"

′Cause I don't know what you′ve been told
But the streets of heaven aren't lined with gold
You don′t know what you've got until it's gone


It′s a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again
It's a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again
It's a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again
It's a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again

The human race gave up on God
And said "it's high time that we all got along"
The arguments about who the hell she loved best
Were seen for what they were and laid to rest
And politicians stopped using God as an excuse
To commit the most blatant abuse of power
Loud like ringing in the ears
The sounds of the prayers with the cheers from the people released
All baptised of the miracle of life
Without the regrets and the guilt and the threats
Sex was celebrated, life was embraced
The basic theme was maintain respect

And I don't know what you′ve been told
But the streets of heaven aren′t lined with gold
You don't know what you′ve got until it's gone


On the streets of the cities of the world you′ll find them
People of all types who climb the horizon
Fresh new-borns in the fresh new morning
Lovers in the night who fly and then fall
The march of survivors, designers, tyrants
Messiahs, limousine drivers, colonels
Brigadiers, sergeants, privates
The scientists smashing particles together
The junkies, the tradies, the gentlemen, the ladies
The babies, the aged and infirmed
The hermits, the perverts, servants and surgeons
The insurgents killing in the name of God
The slow and the steady who are ready for anything
The raw and the menacing, and even Centrelink
And the ones who are peddling stories
Of the grace and the glory

It's a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again
It's a glorious feeling
I'm up on my feet again
It′s a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again
It's a glorious feeling
I′m up on my feet again