in my ankle

 

 

I hardly think I’m qualified

To come across all sanctified

I just don’t cut it with the cherubim

The town’s already on it’s knees

Being worshipped is a breeze

I barely know the words to any hymn

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It’s great to be a God

Tread where mortals have not trod

Be deified when really you’re a sham

Be an object of devotion

Be the subject of psalms

It’s a terrifying notion

All those prayers and those salaams

Any normal man would bristle if he’s forced to be an idol

And a normal man’s exactly what I am

 

(Photo by Myra Lambino-Ramos)

 

The bastards don’t keep much up here

They must have zillions under lock and key

But Gods can force them to unleash

Enough to make us nouveau riche

Beyond our wildest dreams so follow me

 

Can’t you see I won’t relax

If religious maniacs

Tell me I’m all-powerful and sublime

How can I be their belief

When I’m lying through my teeth

Why don’t we just say, “Some other time”

 

It’s great to be a God

But if you get the people’s nod

Count your blessings, “keep them sweet”, is my advice

Be nirvana be salvation

Be all things to all men

Butter up your congregation

Every Sunday score a ten

All the alternative is dire

Simply, frying pan to fire

So sign on two new Gods for paradise