God's Golden Telephone (feat. Shy Boys)

This cigarette smokes slowly

As i wander aimlessly out of this dumb luck town

And i'm sitting on the cement floor

Waiting for the clock to strike never

When i know that never will never ever come

And i've swam in the sparkling seas

Amongst the plastic debris

From forgotten factories

Spied god through the cat's eyes and cried

As he sat in his throne in that city made of only gold

Seen it all through the cat's eyes

The fate of the world

As it begins to unfold

So i'll call god up on his golden telephone

And ask if you're always there why do i get so scared

When the sun goes to sleep

And the wolves start to feast

On the rats in the cracks

And the man in the mirror

And i've seen you before you were more than you were

Now you're less than you are

So i'll call god up on his golden telephone and say

Hey, cut me a break!