Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
    And hold yourself
    
    Dear god can you climb off that tree
    Meat in the shape of a 'T'
    
    Dear god the paper says you were the King
    In the black limousine
    
    Dear John and all the King's men
    Can't put your head together again
    
    Before the bullets
    Before the flies
    Before authorities take out my eyes
    The only smiling are you dolls that I made
    But you are plastic and so are your brains
    
    Dear god the sky is as blue
    As a gunshot wound
    
    Dear god if you were alive
    You know we'd kill you
    
    Before the bullets
    Before the flies
    Before authorities take out my eyes
    The only smiling are you dolls that I made
    But you are plastic and so are your brains