On the eighth day, once everything was very good
God wanted to relax, like any other hard-worker would
He took one last look around; it was all still very good
So He decided to stroll around His endless starry neighborhood.
Who would have imagined that on His return this God would find
His creation in infernal disorder and in a sad moral decline
He was discouraged and thought of leaving all of us behind
While He collects His unemployment and tries to rid us from His mind
Since then, some choose not to accept it
They only see it
When the want
They wait patiently and sit
Looking to match wits
With anyone one who sees as they do.
And since then this world keeps spinning spinning, shows no sign of stopping just for me
In the meantime we are down here being played with like a lady on the street
I’m not the kind of idiot who’s convinced that easily
I’m just frank and tell the truth. and these are things even the blind can see.
What if out of loneliness or lack of things to do
God stopped caring and moved on to someplace brand new
It would be our loss; we’d have nothing else to do
But worship Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, or Tom Cruise.
It’s probably hard being a king without a crown
Than being here in my small town
Feel for this God who’s so unrenowned
He’s not a model or singer, has no family of His own.
And since then this world keeps spinning spinning, shows no sign of stopping just for me
In the meantime we are down here being played with like a lady on the street
I’m not the kind of idiot who’s convinced that easily
I’m just frank and tell the truth. and these are things even the blind can see.
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