As far as I know, there's a whiskey priest with a shrunken head and When lightning strikes in a foreign land he jumps up from the sea with an ax in hand Shifting 'cross the sand He breathes wind to your promised land and it speaks "You live and eat here in my palm" Compare your savior to your closest friend You spend your life grasping at wet soap When it comes to time When all that's left is fucked I'll take those fears I'll take those years I'll take your children from their cribs And cast the stone that breaks your ribs For I am both your god and friend Now leave your water, wine, and bread And you'll say thank you for all of this Compare your savior to your closest friend