If God Smokes Cheap Cigars Songtext
von Envy on the Coast

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