Joshy Why are you crying Didn't everything get better when you found god Stable Not the home or the mind-set Everything's broken Nothings working anymore Burn all the churches And shoot the horses in stables If they only ever give you what you need Polish your father's gun that your grandfather gave to him Guaranteed to break your fuckin teeth And wash your river clean Like the way it used to be I've broken my lease in gods apartment complex I'll sleep on the streets and live out of my pockets I'll tend to a garden that nobody wanted These houses are oceans I'll surf on their couches And pray that an angel comes Dressed as a vision of The man that I thought I'd be When I pictured growing up He'll offer me patience I'll drink from his paper cup And all of his spaceships have promised to pick me up