God's off his meds again
Guess he was tired of trying to fit in
Now he stands at the corner of 44th and vine
Screaming all the time
The end is coming soon
And it's gonna be a monsoon
Of catastrophe pain, and death
Because you mortals aint seen nothing yet
God is off his meds again
And he doesn't have any friends
It's apparent he's all alone
I think he's becoming an old crone
He's dirty, and he's angry
It's apparent he's gonna let fly the fury
He is just a homeless bum
He screams at all that to he's corner come
The end is very near
Does no human on this plant fear
He keeps screaming night and day
But no one want to hear what he has to say
God is off he's meds today