My God is a jealous cream Half an eye, a hundred gnashing teeth
A wounded animal
My God never chose the meek Just a pig rolling in saddened sheets
And in the corner of the atmosphere He’s getting ready to call you darling
Ah ha ha, ha ha, ah My is patiently for a letter to
Arrive A an a
a little ha ah ah ha
ha ha, ah
people God fear treasure your people
Paint Fill it with sound and
Ah ha, ha,
Ah ha ha, you look you at you
Ah ha ha, at now, look at you now, at now
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