God John

Lying outside Graumann’s Chinese Theatre

Drowning in my own blood

A woman dips her skirt into the gutter

She’s reaching down to take part of my soul

She’s reaching down to take me up inside her

She’s reaching down to make me into God

Lie down on the floor and keep calm

Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there

Godjohn!

Good morning Mr. Hoover, I’m here again

You got my body, you didn’t get my will

Scarred with years of sex and stretch marks

A new hairstyle to cover all my ills

You keep my soul at home inside a bottle

You keep my soul at home, you think you’re safe

You keep my soul at home inside a bottle

Now open it and try to take a taste

Lie down on the floor and keep calm

Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there

Godjohn!

Public enemy number one, the outlaw

A hero figure for the young

Created by the old for some amusement

Created by the old to be a god

But they can all fuck off ’cause I don’t want them

Fuck off to their homes up in the sky

Just send me down a burger and some french fries

Tomorrow I am gonna die

Lie down on the floor and keep calm

Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there

Godjohn!