Attention of the Center

I want to be God Just as I was meant I wanna be loved In and out of the tent I want to be praised All throughout the world Want to be adored By the loveliest girl And just as the world Will come to its end, I want it to be said, “He was better than men.” I want to be God The kind in the book You’ve perused His name You’ve heard how it took I want to go back To 1247 ‘Cause in my estimation, That was close to Heaven But Heaven exists On the top of a pearl Let’s abandon this thing — Let’s give it a whirl — I want to be God The instiller of fear Oh won’t that be sweet To be held so dear So deep in the pavement Beneath human feet The killer of traffic The idol of meek I’ll creep and I’ll crawl Like a certain snake There’ll be no limit To the abuse I can take So God is a question And God is a snack God sits on a throne In a Missouri shack God does his business And wipes with his hands The squalor of reason Is what God understands You’ll see the difference All throughout the land: The inglorious servant Will one day gain command