Fruit Bats - Your Dead Grandfather

We've been told there's a ghost in the sky
Who pushes the button for the snow
And if you talk to your dead
Grandfather your grandfather will show
You how to get to know
This beautiful being up there
The one whose image we're all molded in

So let's pray to the God of miracles
To make things stop being so terrible
Maybe things stop being so unbearable
If we pray to the God of
Miracles once in a while

There's a power bigger than us
And you know it makes the earthquakes quake
Were the words from your dead grandmother
Who years before made her way
Through the world with the help of
A magic man in the sky
A guy who's there to teach you how to be

Let's wish on a burning meteorite
That everyone start feeling right

Let's pray to the God of miracles
That things stop being so unbearable

Let's pray to the God of miracles
That things stop being so terrible

Let's pray to the God of miracles
That things stop being so terrible

Written by:
Eric Donald Johnson

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