Part Time God

Well, I hope you brought your mop 'Cause you're gonna clean this up I spilled out all my guts Cause you make me sick as f- You're just a crooked cop Kid in a candy shop They should've locked you up Little forget-me-not You're not a part time god You're not a part time god You took a full time job You didn't even want So tall you build your throne Table for one alone Oh, what a cloak you've sewn Oh, what a chance you've blown You're just a crooked cop Kid in a candy shop They should've locked you up Little forget-me-not You're not a part time god You're not a part time god You took a full time job You didn't even want You're not a part time (god) (You're not a part time god) (You're not a part time god) (You took a full time job) (You didn't even want) You're not a part time god You're not a part time god You took a full time job You didn't even want You're not a part time