My God instructs me without cutting my strings,
My God ignores me when I touch the wrong things,
Now there’s a sign on our back,
It’s just one of those cruel traps.

Heads down and eyes up all day,
Now I can’t picture your face.

My God is laying eggs which hatch in my bed,
Forever scratching holy fleas from my neck.
Now there’s a sign on our back,
It’s just one of those cruel traps.

Heads down and eyes up all day,
Now I can’t picture your face.

My God’s alive when I got problems to say,
Just makes them worse so I can learn the hard way.
Now there’s a sign on our back,
It’s just one of those cruel traps.

Heads down and eyes up all day,
Now I can’t picture your face.
Your face.