You hide behind your eloquence

And some sound advice

But what's beneath your gross concern,

Ain't nuthin' nice

Manipulate us once again,

To see your way

But you all extort the chart, the cause,

And you go disarray



It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it



There's no solution to this method

Of passing the buck

But there's one thing you can be sure of,

His will remains stuck

But she'll look good and that's all that matters,

That's how you were taught

In this situation you had no control

To be distraught



It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it



When it comes to the verbal stinger

You can surely talk a good game

You're really good at pointing the finger

You're a pro at placing the blame

You're unbelievably good, but unbelievable just the same

'Cause it's you that seems to be missing from every picture

That you frame



It was the devil, god made me do it



And if it's any one of the screws at fault

Well it's certainly not yourself

And if the question is pointed in your direction

You deflect it to someone else

It's too late, we all participate in the kill party

And read each other's thoughts with the R-A-D-A-R

And ever increasing folly



It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it



When it comes to the verbal stinger

You can surely talk a good game

You're really good at pointing the finger

You're a pro at placing the blame

You're unbelievably good, but unbelievable just the same

'Cause it's you that seems to be missing from every picture

That you frame



The super rich blame the poor, and the hungry blame the fat

The preacher blames the sinner, and the republican blames the democrat

The abuser blames the victim, and the society blames the music



It just had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it [X5]