A Different Take

God reached his hand down from the sky
God asked Noah if he wanted to die
He said no sir, Oh no sir!

God said here's your future
It's gonna rain
So we're packing our things
We're building a boat
We're gonna create, a new master race
'Cause we're so pure
Oh lord, we're so pure!

God told his son it's time to come home
I promise you won't have to die all alone
I need you to pay for the sins I've create
Son said I will but dad I'm afraid

- The Thermals - Here's your future