"Styrofoam Boots" lyrics

Well all is not well
But I'm told it'll all be quite nice
You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
But your feet will still float like Christ's

And I'll be damned
They were right
I'm drowning upside down
My feet afloat like Christ's

Well I'm in heaven
Trying to figure out which stack
They're going to stuff us atheists into
When Peter and his monkey laugh
And I laugh with them
I'm not sure what at
They point and say
We'll keep you in the back
Polishing halos, baking manna and gas

Well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone I ever seen
He moves just like Crisco disco
Breathes a hundred percent Listerine
He says looking at something else
But directing everything to me
Every time anyone gets on their knees to pray
Well it makes my devil ring

And I'll be damned
He said you were right
No one's directing this whole thing
He's got a theory too

He says that God takes care of himself
God takes care of himself
And you of you

He says that God takes care of himself
God takes care of himself
And you of you

He says that God takes care of himself
God takes care of himself
And you of you

Ah, he says God takes care of himself
God takes care of himself
And you of you