I passed god on the way to his first appointment today

I've never really seen him around

But he speaks in the local way

I've often wondered where he goes to sleep after a long hard day

He's never really leaving the town

So he must be fond of it

Though he's hardly seen among the streets

He mainly travels coach or limousine

I lured him with carnal fleshy treats

Sometimes revenge is sickly sweet



All I want is a room with a view

Is that too much to ask

Am I too much for you



I passed god on the way to his lfirst appointment today

I've never really seen him around

But he's close with everyone but me

I've often wondered how it is that he goes on with his charade

I've never seen him out with the wife

Maybe there's an affair



I followed him, waited for him

I noticed he was looking pale and thin

His walking pace is filled with grace

You should've seen the look upon his face

I killed god on the way to his last appointment today

Noone ever sees him around so I can get away with it