If God Smokes Cheap Cigars

I will meet you on the stairs
 Meet you just below the steeple
 You can bring all of the people
 Whom you think that you can change
 We'll take the elevator down
 And though your flesh is unaffected
 You'll tell me just how scared
 You are to watch the others burn
 The others burn
 And if the alter came to us
 I don't believe our eyes would shutter
 Tongues knotted as we stutter
 Over prayers we'd swore we'd say
 If it was written in that book
 All the answers to the questions
 Maybe we'd find the time to read it
 Before we die
 Someday before we die
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 'Cause we might as well be blind
 If seeing is believing
 This parable's misleading
 You've got your shotgun
 Loaded with excuses
 That you'll fire in vain
 But those 12 rounds just won't do
 There's barely time for pity
 And all the girls are just too pretty
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 We know all there is to know
 A carpenter and a magician
 Bread and wine
 And sins from which we must abstain
 That's what the stories said
 They said that sins shall be forgiven
 So count your blessings
 And wait and take this name in vain
 We've got this all wrong
 We must have made a mistake
 If there were holes in our hands
 I don't believe
 I don't believe that anything would change
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 'Cause we might as well be blind
 If seeing is believing
 This parable's misleading
 You've got your shotgun
 Loaded with excuses
 That you'll fire in vain
 But those 12 rounds just won't do
 There's barely time for pity
 And all the girls are just too pretty
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I've never coveted nor killed
 And I was taught to say Amen
 I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles
 I'm just hoping for the best
 I can't believe that you could say
 "The answers unlock this gate..."
 'Cause if you knew his name
 Not a thing would change
 You'd still be wishing you were blessed
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 'Cause we might as well be blind
 If seeing is believing
 This parable's misleading
 You've got your shotgun
 Loaded with excuses
 That you'll fire in vain
 But those 12 rounds just won't do
 There's barely time for pity
 And all the girls are just too pretty
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead
 I'll start to worry when I'm dead