"Little God" lyrics

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
You 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, in 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 talk behind your back
All these 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 to live but not with you

Little god
Little god
Little god

God

You've got to do better than that
You've got to do better than that
You've got to do better than that
Better than that