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