what i think about mr. god

If He is a lidless maestro

Souls are like footpedals, quiet down this thought or hold out on this one now.

He works the Sunday crowd like a fat stripper.

A gasp from the mass

I say god is little

A gasp from the mass

I'll nail my opus to your door

well it's a revelation,

revelation to your head.

And I think he is hiding.

A gasp from the mass.

Come on folks, this is who we are, we find frying pans in the stars.

I say god is little.

and it's a revelation, revelation to your head.

I agree with you all I just think he's really small.