Bitter Vicar

Bumped into God just the other day
He had a pair of jeans on
I said "hi" and he said "yes"
and told me I was right on

Said he's been watching I'd lost my way
I took a step back
I looked him up and went to walk away
"Hold on
you've been running for far too long
Give me some time."

I gave it, he took it
Bared my soul
and he nearly shook it

But I had to go, last orders
round's mine
Sometimes I get the feeling someone wants my clothes. Sometimes
sometimes he comes unstuck but he knows heaven knows

He sits on stools and preys on one
The bitter vicar
I'd sympathise
but he'd get me drunk then tell me I'd been sinning
He's got his wit, I think he's lost his frock
"This is your life!"
"Yes I know, but I've got to go."

When all plots fail I think
he's here to shake some guilt emotions
I think he's sad
though I think he's got
the best devotion
But to drink or heaven?
I really don't know