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Thursday, 23 January 2003 00:00
God’s Apartment
God showed me around his apartment
And told me I was a slave
To everything I take for granted
It’s a quick trip to the grave
Told me I should wish on clouds
That they’re made of imagination
It’s the most important thing
Next to taxes and inflation
And keep an eye on the children
Cause their parents are not home
He shared his thoughts on religion
That their picking clean the bone
And I won’t save the queen
And my name won’t be in lights
They crucified my child
But still want to call him Christ
He thanked me for the visit
Be sure to come again
If I happen to be watching football
Feel free to come on in
© 1/23/2003, William Grant Preston
