I should like to know, how's the weather
Is the cloud machine still painting cars and swinging its sledge hammer?
I've begun to think, that I've survived this long
Not by fate or winning genes nor blind luck of the draw
It appears I may be God.
I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk
That being said worst things are judged of me
In my defense women in my life all carry the name Mary
I won't protest not while the food's still free
Though they've started asking for my blood like I was serving grenadine
It appears I may be God. I haven't died yet and that feels like a lot
I outstretch my hand
And give unto them a small gift
Not of power, gold, or land
But I can bless the coffee
And I control the tv
I consider this my calling
To be hailed for my healing
I should like to know, who's the weather
Is the cloud machine still calling cards and swinging my sledge hammer?
It appears I may be God. I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk
I outstretch my hand
And give unto them a small gift
Not of power, gold, or land
But I can bless the coffee
And I control the tv
I consider this my calling
To be hailed for my healing