If God Smokes Cheap Cigars

I'll meet you on the stairs
Meet you just below the steeple
You can bring all off the people
Whom you think to change
Took the elevator down
And thought your flesh is unaffected
You tell me just how scared you are
To watch the others burn
The others burn

And if the alter came to us
I don't believe our eyes would shutter
Tongues knotted as we stutter
If it was written in that book
All the answers to the questions
Maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die
Someday before we die

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain
But those twelve rounds just won't do
There's barely time for pity
And all the girls are all just too pretty
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

We know all there is to know
A carpenter and a magician
Bread and wine
And sins from which we must abstain
That's what the stories always say
They said that sins shall be forgiven
So count your blessings and wait
Andd take this name in vain
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake
If there were holes in our hands
I don't believe
I don't believe that anything would change

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain
But those twelve rounds just won't do
There's barely time for pity
And all the girls are all just too pretty
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

I never coveted nor killed
And I was taught to say amen
I've read of bloody hands and corruptables
I'm just hoping for the best
I can't believe that you could say
That the answers unlock this gate
Cause if you knew his name
Not a thing would change
You'd still be wishing you were blessed

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain
But those twelve rounds just won't do
There's barely time for pity
And all the girls are all just too pretty
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead