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.