I Work 4 GOD

I work 4 GOD the one who lives on high
In a big white mansion in the sky
Answering the prayers on his behalf
There’s a team of us and sometimes it’s a laugh

But no matter how hard the people pray
There is nothing we can do to save the day
Still they keep on coming back for more
Even though every request we just ignore

Heavenly father how come you’re not at home
I travelled the earth from Mecca to Rome

Meanwhile GOD entertains the chosen few
That’s the angels to me you
The ones that died so pretty and so young
But he’s ancient and he’s not a lot of fun

And the rest of us all just sit around
Wishing we had jobs in hell
But they’re oh so fussy who they let in
You need hands on experience of mortal sin

Heavenly father how come you’re not at home?
I travelled the earth from Mecca to Rome
Just give me a sign and I’ll leave you alone
Return my calls on your celestial phone

I no longer work for him upstairs
I had enough of his sanctimonious glares
I came back down to earth looking to retire
Like Peter Falk in the Wings of DesireI met a girl who swept me off my feet
I met a girl who broke my angel heart
I met a girl who thought she was Jesus Christ [oh no!]
And how she suffered for her art….



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