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
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