If God Smokes Cheap Cigars

I'll meet you on the stairs

Meet you just below the steeple

You can bring all off the people

Whom you think to change

Took the elevator down

And thought your flesh is unaffected

You tell me just how scared you are

To watch the others burn

The others burn

And if the alter came to us

I don't believe our eyes would shutter

Tongues knotted as we stutter

If it was written in that book

All the answers to the questions

Maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die

Someday before we die

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

That you'll fire in vain

But those twelve rounds just won't do

There's barely time for pity

And all the girls are all just too pretty

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

We know all there is to know

A carpenter and a magician

Bread and wine

And sins from which we must abstain

That's what the stories always say

They said that sins shall be forgiven

So count your blessings and wait

Andd take this name in vain

We've got this all wrong

We must have made a mistake

If there were holes in our hands

I don't believe

I don't believe that anything would change

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

That you'll fire in vain

But those twelve rounds just won't do

There's barely time for pity

And all the girls are all just too pretty

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I never coveted nor killed

And I was taught to say amen

I've read of bloody hands and corruptables

I'm just hoping for the best

I can't believe that you could say

That the answers unlock this gate

Cause if you knew his name

Not a thing would change

You'd still be wishing you were blessed

I'll start to worry when I'm dead (x4)

Cause we might as well be blind

If seeing is believing

This parable's misleading

You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses

That you'll fire in vain

But those twelve rounds just won't do

There's barely time for pity

And all the girls are all just too pretty

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I'll start to worry when I'm dead