God's Protest Song


The reverend said if I don't pray,
I'll gonna die.
I went outta church,
an' really got high.

God walked into my room,
I said "Hello!".
I rolled one up for him,
an' he smoked my dope.

After a while sittin' there,
he started to cry.
People behave like cash-machines
an' he wouldn't know why.

Has he done something wrong
or is it just the way it goes?
I stared outta the window
an' he blew his nose.

I said "Sorry man, I can't help,
maybe try somewhere else".
He didn't listen,
an' the church rang its bells.

I told him he could stay,
at least for a while.
I wouldn't mind some company,
but he had to stop to cry.

From this point on
he didn't speak no more.
An' when I turned around....

© 2004, Ian Kaye