If God Loves a Winner He’s Going to Want to Fuck Me in a Minute (Born to Break Even) LyricsThose who are chosen do not ask why
If they ask say we don't care, you're not here, we're glad you're there
We've still got our eyes in back, if they ask we didn't ask
We just want our bullets back
We'll stand on line to watch you die
Historically oppressed, repeatedly marginalized
Made to stand on stupid lines
Back rooms and detention halls
Think of all the lives you'd save
Your corner offices freshly painted interiors
Every last one will become your mass graves
Say something, anything at all
Say something, anything at all
Say something, anything at all
Say it, say it
If I was you, and I'm glad I'm not, all they'd hear is one gun shot
If I was you, and I'm glad I'm not, all they'd hear is one gun shot
Born to break even, we're taking over weak willed
Dedicated sinners: God knows, God loves a good winner