God Went Bowling

The Swirling Eddies

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    God went bowling
    got the ball rolling
    suspends it in air
    to strike, split, and spare
    while the king pin is falling
    as part of his calling
    makes some of us crack
    in the gutter and the rack

    and then God made a barrel
    out of slings and arrows
    and filled it up high
    with the apples of his eye
    now the grub worm is snacking
    on all we are lacking
    aiming his shots
    at the cores that he rots

    in the fracas and filth
    in the fire and the flood
    in the trash and the tumors
    the rash, and the rub
    all us tag team wrestlers
    get stuck in the mud
    and wrestle against
    not the flesh or the blood

    God set a table
    for the blind and disabled
    served wine bread and fish
    and some mystery dish
    made of devils and angels
    grave plots and cradles
    horses and hearses
    praises and curses

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    see the pillages and wonders
    the miracles and plunders
    a stumble, a fall
    see the great free-for-all
    now the rattle snake is coiling
    'round the sheets we are soiling
    he strikes while we're sleeping
    and sows what we're reaping

    in the fracas and filth
    in the fire and the flood
    in the trash and the tumors
    the rash, and the rub
    all us tag team wrestlers
    get stuck in the mud
    and wrestle against
    not the flesh or the blood

    we want an infinite meddler
    a fix-it-quick man
    but he gets off his high horse,
    gets dirt on his hands
    and he woos us like a lover
    through each bloody cessation
    and hangs on the cross
    with the rest of creation

    oh, God went bowling
    got the ball rolling
    suspends it in air
    to strike, split, and spare
    while the king pin is falling
    as part of his calling
    makes some of us crack
    in the gutter and the rack

    and then God made a barrel
    out of slings and arrows
    and filled it up high
    with the apples of his eye
    now the grub worm is snacking
    on all we are lacking
    aiming his shots
    at the cores that he rots

    in the fracas and filth
    in the fire and the flood
    in the trash and the tumors
    the rash, and the rub
    all us tag team wrestlers
    get stuck in the mud
    and wrestle against
    not the flesh or the blood

    and he woos us like a lover
    woos us like a lover
    woos us like a lover…

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    Composición: Tim Chandler y David Raven

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