Good morning little god

I see you've come for me again

With a noose between your teeth

You are not my friend

Pouring little cups of tea

Humming a little tune

You sit across from me

And fill my little room

Little god



Smoke is in the air

From your little cigarettte

You tell me to throw the fight

Go and place your little bet

Shakelittle god-

Shake your little fists

All the strippers think you're odd

But you leave the biggest tips

Little god



Where oh where did I leave myself today

On the bedon the chair

Did I send myself away

On a sleepy afternoon

Will I be returning soon



Laugh your little laugh

Stomp your little feet

They sulk behind your back

All the people that you meet

They say time is running out

And you don't know what to do

And I hear them talk about

Another place without you

Little god

Little god

Little god

Little god

Little god