Ca**andra Complex - God John lyrics

Lying outside Graumann's Chinese Theatre Drowning in my own blood A woman dips her skirt into the gutter She's reaching down to take part of my soul She's reaching down to take me up inside her She's reaching down to make me into God Lie down on the floor and keep calm Lie down on the floor and I'll be there Godjohn! Good morning Mr. Hoover, I'm here again You got my body, you didn't get my will Scarred with years of s** and stretch marks A new hairstyle to cover all my ills You keep my soul at home inside a bottle You keep my soul at home, you think you're safe You keep my soul at home inside a bottle Now open it and try to take a taste Lie down on the floor and keep calm Lie down on the floor and I'll be there Godjohn! Public enemy number one, the outlaw A hero figure for the young Created by the old for some amusement Created by the old to be a god But they can all f** off 'cause I don't want them f** off to their homes up in the sky Just send me down a burger and some french fries Tomorrow I am gonna die Lie down on the floor and keep calm Lie down on the floor and I'll be there Godjohn!