Tongue of God

I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
«Don't be afraid»
I hear people say
As if it will let me live
If I’m just brave
Then the clouds of death
Would simply draw away
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
The things that the living tell
The not dead
If you only heard them
As they sound in my head
If you only heard them
From this bed
What’s on your mind, God?
Spit it out!
Tongue of God
Lip my grin
Run your tip over my back skin
I’m not your kissing kin
Tongue of God
Lash right in
Lick me clean on the inside
We were never kissing kin
God loves a jester
God loves a joke
God loves a jester
God loves a joke
I may be stubborn and headstrong
But you know I mean well
Too demanding to call up
But too good for Hell
So if you don’t love me I might still be okay
Still have enough spine to serve a punch line
What’s on your tongue, God?
Spit it out
What’s that in your mouth?
Spit it out!
Tongue of God
Lip my grin
Run your tip over my back skin
I’m not your kissing kin
Tongue of God
Lash right in
Lick me clean on the inside
We were never kissing
Tongue of God
Lip my grin
Run your tip over my back skin
I’m not your kissing kin
Tongue of God
Lash right in
Lick me clean on the inside
We were never kissing kin
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
I cry in the shower
And smile in the bed
I die in the shower
I live in the bed
I cry in the shower
I scream in my head