Little God

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 cigaretttes You tell me to throw the fight You 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, in 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 talk behind your back All these 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 to live but not with you Little god Little god Little god God You've got to do better than that You've got to do better than that You've got to do better than that