I thought I found God living in a cardboard box
He was chewing a two inch cigar and he had a sleight cough
His hair was dull and white he had a road map for a face
Once he thought he ruled the world now he found he had no place
He said he gave up on man after 1963
Cause everybody seemed to love their pain and enjoy their misery
He said people stopped listening to what he had to say
That's why eden had been pushed so far away
If God is dead who keeps us alive
Who paints the pretty rainbows up in the sky
How would we know the grace of God without the sacrifice
How would we know true love unless he gave us his life
Spitting red man between the pigeons and the cracks
Leading karaoke on the subway tracks
He never talked about dying or raising from the dead
But he ask me if I could hear the voices ringing in his head
