I pray to a god I don't believe in
To save me from a world
He supposedly created
But what kind of god
Leaves the people he created
To die and suffer
From the drugs he put here
From the alcohol he brewed
You are not the kind of god I need
The god I worship
Is at the bottom of a bottle
After a few dozen swallows
He comes to save me
I've seen him every night this week
I keep drinking and smoking
Hoping next time
He won't leave me