God took the E train
to the station
hes left and gone out of town
riding with his buddies
the easter bunny and the santa pooh
you cant call him back
theres nothing you can do
maybe hide under your bed
with armageddon dancing
in your empty head
Make a pile of sticks and mud
and wail mightily
to your new god, Elmer Fudd
or maybe it could be Donald Trump
for your almighty thunderer
But dont mind the bump
when he tells you you're fired,
Silly Human
the god business
is boomin
thanks to fools like thee
blame the devils
for your own little Hell
even though a fool
created it,
you know who
it was really you.
Now lets all laugh
at what you see
in your mirror.
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