I'D Keep Writing About Dope Except You Never Saw My Angel

MY LORD, IS THAT A RECLINER? I keep getting phone calls that have all been ignored And the calls are collect which I cannot afford Someone keeps calling to tell me once again that He’s bored So how about some psychos causing some discord in the name of our Lord He knows precisely what we use and that which we waste He understands all the horror filled situations I have ever faced But I stopped rebelling when the tiger inside me no longer roared So surely there’s a psycho to damage something because the Lord is bothered and bored He used to look down and see blood spilled when brother fought brother And both of them saw the stare of death in the eyes of their mother When blue fought grey God sat back in His easy chair But He refused to settle their differences because that wouldn’t be fair Then the slanted eyes took prisoners in a land that was their birthright I’m telling you man, the Lord kept in sight that source of delight Ain’t nothing funnier to God than a forty-five fighting a knife Because he gave them all the weapons to end another’s life When oil became an issue and a burning Bush spoke to reporters They flanked him in wide eyed wonder and wondered about his sons and daughters But he didn’t give a s**t about the bomb laden planes spitting fire and soared And next time I’m giving Him your number so He can complain to you that He’s bored ©2011.………….poefree