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
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