Dear God,
Do you want to tear your knuckles down
And hold yourself?

Dear God,
Can you climb off that tree
Meet 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 your 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 your dolls that I made
But you are plastic
And so are your brains.