* GODLESS *

FIRST COMES THE STRAIN THEN THE SHAME OF THE SHOT
IT'S MORE LIKE EVERYTHING AND LESS LIKE GOD
I'M NOT SAYING I BELIEVE IN HIM
I'M GODLESS LIKE THE REST OF US, SO COOL WITHIN

HOLDING STARS AND CROSSES IN THE PALM OF MY HAND
MAKING ALL THE IMPACT OF A TEMPORARY WIND

IF YOU HATE ME IN THE MORNING
YOU BETTER HATE ME ALL THE TIME
DON'T YOU TAKE ME BEFORE I'M FINISHED
CRIES THE UNDERSIGNED
FIRST COMES THE STRAIN
THEN A BLINDING FLASH OF FATE
I'M GODLESS 'TIL THE BITTERNESS IS FACED AROUND

SO COME ON WHERE ARE YOU I'LL TAKE YOUR DOTTED LINE
IT'S A PRAYER FOR IMMORTALITY NOW GET IN LINE
I'M NOT SAYING I BELIEVE IN IT
I'M GODLESS LIKE THE BEST OF US SO COOL WITHIN

IF YOU KEEP ME EVERY EVENING
THEN I'LL PROBABLY BE BACK
FROM THIS FICKLE PERSONALITY
YOU WANT A PROMISE YOU WON'T GET
SLEEPING WITH THE HANGED MAN
IN A FAITHLESS BED

IT'S MORE LIKE EVERYTHING AND LESS LIKE GOD
HEAD FULL OF LOSERS AND THE TRAITS TO BACK IT UP
HEAD FULL OF AMBITION AND THE PAST TO TIE IT OFF

Written by
Steven Gullett
copyright 1996