Cowboy God

Have you ever seen the sun

Cringe and wither as it becomes

A memory in a mutant's mind

They call it glory

I call it crime

A million bodies marching

To pomp and circumstance

While the cabinet is watching

Do or die becomes the code

Hallucination stage

While eating a mushroom cloud

Turning the page

The hand of God can do anything

Impending your dilemmas

Of fire quenching change surreal

That kitchen's got a sex appeal

God is in my sheets

And he's in my hair

He's everywhere

If you were he would you laugh as we

Go to bed with the living dead?

Back to basics

Back and forth

The back to back lovestopper

A masterminded people popper

Reckless abuse of sporadic intention

Which christ will you gravitate me to

Or did you mention?

Which christ will you gravitate me to

If you were god would you find it odd

People buzzing on your blood

If it were you he'd spoken through

Would you ask him of his color

If you became jesus

Would you stop and please us

With elvis anecdotes or would you

Shake my diseases

If you were he would you still rob me

Of my doubtful shred

Clock ticks out the bossman shouts

Let's get down to work

Crack the head that dares to doubt

And mock the weary soldier