God In My Bed - Ween

*Strange noises*
I dont know...maybe it was the rain
Another gray day...a fault maybe
The real test was finding a bucket with enough holes to let it out
One of those days when the corn dries up and your nose turns red
The ground crackles, the crystals break
Mid day the sun sets, back up...back up to the warm room
God is laying across your bed talking backwards
Here, take my leg, take my eyes, take my brain...take my brain...my brain...
*Strange noises*
M?, m? without the window again
I got some blood on the floor, the window wont close...its getting cold
The winged merchant flies with eyes of fire..no, no not this again
Its like a stone that smokes instead of burns, like wet wood thats green and fresh
You want my chicken? *strange noises* My potato salad?
You want me to tell you how my day was?
WELL GOD WAS ON MY BED WHEN I GOT HOME.....
Thats how my day was.