I had a call from god today,
so fucked up that he forget what to say.
Mumbling something 'bout my soul & my sin,
while he fell and dropped his bottle of gin.

I tell you a story and it could be true,
it can happen between him and you.
Irony makes you feel like a clown,
poetry while the leafs falling down.

I was on the smoke so I didn't care,
he said: -I've got a party, I said: -where?
Then he tried to tell me where it could be,
but I just want to stay here to feel free.

I use to walk around, don't know where, astray,
when I nearly drink my breath away.
They point at me, -a boozer!! -who??
...but I know that god is a liar too!!