Good morning, little god I see youve 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 cigarette 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 youre 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 dont 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 Youve got to do better than that Youve got to do better than that Youve got to do better than that Better than that
little, god, better, youve, shake