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
Shake, little 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 bed, on 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