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.