God was here before me

His X is in the spot

And his finger pointed

At me for being

well outside the dot.


He knew I never prayed

Today, nor graced before

My meals

Any why no doubt I had a

puncture on 2 of my 4 of wheels.


But I’ll keep on I won’t give up

I’ll find a way around

I’ll beat him to the next

Pit stop

Because I’ll go under ground.


I am going to call on Satan

And ask him for a hand

A road Block here and a tree

Down there

Won’t look as though it's planned.


Just imagine what he’ll think

When he looks at the tourist

Chart

At I was here but now I'm gone

With the local village ****.