He works in a toll booth taking cash and lifts a gate to let you pass. God's a librarian lending knowledge. He's president of an Ivy League college. He sells pieces of heaven on corners to smoke. She rents herself out for a rub and a stroke. He makes us in his image like a toy maker. He wakes at 3am so he can be a bread baker. God works nights hosing down a slaughter house. Nobody believes in him. He's in our madhouse cleaning toilets and mopping puke and ****. He rolls heaven in a joint and takes a hit.