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?
 which christ will you -- gravitate me to?
 which christ will you -- gravitate me to?
 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
 clock ticks out the bossman shouts
 let's get down to work
 crack the head that dares to doubt
 and mock the weary soldier
 clock ticks out the bossman shouts
 let's get down to work
 crack the head that dares to doubt
 and mock the weary soldier.
 weary soldier...
 clock ticks out the bossman shouts
 let's get down to work
 crack the head that dares to doubt
 and mock the weary soldier
 mock the weary soldier
 mock the weary soldier
 mock the weary soldier
 mock the weary...