Story Behind The Song

Why do people only thank God when they are saved, but do not blame God for bad things?

Song Description

be consistent in religious blame

Lyrics

I'M NOT THANKING GOD
Words and Music by Daniel Curzon (copyright 2017)

ON SUNDAY I WAS KIDNAPPED BY TERRORISTS,
BLINDFOLDED, SCREWED, AND NOT EVEN KISSED.
I DIDN'T KNOW WHO THE HELL THEY MIGHT BE,
AND THEY WERE JUST AS CONFUSED ABOUT ME.

ON MONDAY I WAS IN A CAR ACCIDENT.
THE BUMPER, THE PASSENGER SEAT WERE ALL BENT.
MY INSURANCE WENT UP, COULDN'T MAKE BAIL.
WASN'T MY FAULT; STILL. I WENT TO JAIL.

CHORUS:
WHO GOT ME INTO THIS AND WHO GOT ME OUT,
ABOUT ALL OF THIS, THERE IS CERTAINLY DOUBT.
BUT IF THERE IS PRAISE TO BE HAD,
WHEN ALL IS SETTLED AND THROUGH,
ALMIGHTY GOD, I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'M THANKING YOU.

ON TUESDAY I FLEW ON AN AIRPLANE THAT CRASHED.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, WAS AFRAID AND ABASHED,
KICKED ASIDE RUBBLE TO GET TO THE DOOR,
SLID DOWN THE CHUTE AND MADE MY BUTT SORE.

ON WEDNESDAY WAS CHASED AND BIT BY A SNAKE.
THOSE FANGS FULL OF POISON SURE GAVE ME AN ACHE.
CHECKED ALL MY VITALS TO KEEP ME ATTUNED,
SUCKED OUT THE VENOM AND BOUND UP MY WOUND


CHORUS


ON THURSDAY I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON RAFT.
I THOUGHT AT THE MOST I MIGHT FEEL A DRAFT.
I LOOKED LIKE A FOOL AS I THRASHED ALL ABOUT.
YET I SHOVED AND I PUSHED AND GOT THE RAFT OUT.


ON FRIDAY I SAW THE FLAMES IN MY BED.
THEY CRAWLED UP THE BLANKET TOWARD MY SILLY HEAD.
MAYBE SHORT CIRCUIT OR MAYBE A BUTT.
MOST LIKELY MY FAULT BECAUSE I AM A NUT.

CHORUS


SATURDAY I SUFFERED A VICIOUS BEE STING--
NOT JUST A WORKER OR QUEEN-- BUT THE KING!
MY ARM SURE LOOKED GHASTLY AND STARTED TO SWELL
AFTER THREE DAYS -- OO BOY - DID IT SMELL.


ON SUNDAY 'TWAS THOSE TERRORISTS AGAIN.
THIS TIME THEY SAID--

(Spoken) OH, NEVER MIND--

CHORUS with the final word YOU held longer