God’s Cigarette

God is a smoker and he’s finished with this cigarette of a man
Like a factory worker standing outside the plant
He will crush it underfoot
And start a whole new pack

Sometimes late at night
I feel this mad pull on my soul
It’s God taking a final drag
And letting go

God is a smoker and he’s finished with this cigarette of a man
Like a factory working standing outside the plant
Stamped on the ground or stuck in the ashtray sand

Oh when will I be forgiven
When can I start anew
Don’t tell me that it’s over
Don’t tell me that I’m through

Oh when will I be forgiven
When can I start anew
Don’t tell me that it’s over
Don’t tell me that I’m through

Cause I’m not through…