Gods and Trees

We keep hanging gods on trees And we keep saints in cemeteries Prostitutes in the street Escorts on the streams And the king on the bills Do you understand what all this means You chose to keep me in the ditch To keep me buried in deep Always digging for a way out Looking for better stories for me Than Jesus Christ and Odin Better glories That does not involve cheap drinks Whores and getting stabbed on the ribs A tale with heart and soul Rhymes and pianos Dancing on the floor Holding you on my mind Smiles with old men Children laughing And beautiful people prospering A story without suffering But still with Gods hang on trees