God’s Apartment

God showed me around his apartment
And told me I was a slave
To everything I take for granted
It’s a quick trip to the grave

Told me I should wish on clouds
That they’re made of imagination
It’s the most important thing
Next to taxes and inflation

And keep an eye on the children
Cause their parents are not home
He shared his thoughts on religion
That their picking clean the bone

And I won’t save the queen
And my name won’t be in lights
They crucified my child
But still want to call him Christ

He thanked me for the visit
Be sure to come again
If I happen to be watching football
Feel free to come on in