Good morning little God

I see, you've 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

Go and place your little bet Shake, little God

Shake your little fists

All the strippers think you're odd

But you leave the biggest tips Little God Where oh, where did I leave myself today?

On the bed, on 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 sulk behind your back

All the people that you meet They say time is running out

And you don't know what to do

And I hear them talk about

Another place without you Little God

Little God

Little God

Little God

Little God