Little God - Patty Griffin

Good morning little god

I see you’ve come for me again

With a noose between your teeth

You are not my friend

Pouring little cups of tea

Humming a little tune

You sit across from me And fill my little room

Little god

Smoke is in the air

From your little cigarettte

You tell me to throw the fight

Go and place your little bet

Shake, little god-

Shake your little fists

All the strippers think you’re odd

But you leave the biggest tips

Little god

Where oh where did I leave myself today

On the bed, on the chair

Did I send myself away

On a sleepy afternoon

Will I be returning soon

Laugh your little laugh

Stomp your little feet

They sulk behind your back,

All the people that you meet

They say time is running out

And you don’t know what to do And I hear them talk about

Another place without you

Little god

Little god

Little god

Little god

Little god