The Hill Song

The dice was rolled the night Allah made you
Always thought you were the golden one
So why have you got nothing better to do
Delay the future
Delay our future

God loves a winner
God pays for dinner
God hates all you sinners
God loves a winner

You always looked like such a lovely man
If you’re confused maybe ask someone
Because when you speak another’s heart in your hands
And that’s the future
If therе’s a future

Did you ever bеlieve in love?
What the hell were you thinking of?
You sure you didn’t dream this up?

God loves a winner
God pays for dinner
God hates all you sinners
God loves a winner

Because we were way past that then
Way past that now

If this works out I could run my own Destiny (oh yes you can)
Preach new sponsorships and sacred profits (oh yes you can)
Kickstart a page for the age of new hypocrites (oh yes you can)
Misjudge the world and everybody on it

Did you ever believe in love?
What the hell were you thinking of?
You sure you didn’t dream this up?

God loves a winner
God pays for dinner
God hates all you sinners
God loves a winner

The dice was rolled the night Allah made you

(Because we were)
Way past that then
Way past that test
Way past your best
Way past that now