We worship on bar stools in smokey
  churches with neon gods and clergy
  behind the altar with the holy blood
  bottled in rows in front of mirrors.
  Our hymns play on a jukebox while
  we sway in harmony feeling the grace
  flowing between our souls as one.
  Our bible is the newspaper and we
  confess our sins to each other.
  At last call we're given absolution.

I'll make my own God of split atoms.
The sun stares at Him and goes blind
leaving the world in total darkness.
It ends not with a whimper or a bang.
I still have a big bag of marbles.
I found one that looks like Earth.
I confessed my sin to my Priest.
10 Hail Mary's fix everything.

What does God need?
Surely I’m thankful for all I have
Perhaps God needs our obedience
A 10th of all our cash
But what would God
do with all of that?

Does he own our minds and souls
The worldly knowledge that we hold
Does he want his blue skies back
Another big bang it all turns black

God what could you possibly want
A leap of faith into your swamp
Of
People suffering
Battles Cries
Searching for truth in piles of lies
Trust in the invisible
Trust in man
Numbered with the grains of sand
But here I stand
Alone in my folly
Wondering why
What’s up with this God guy?