Doesn't anybody feel
  That all these killers should be killed
  And all these healers should be healed
  So all these beggers can be filled
    Now tell me why am I to lie
  If I'm holding firm and feel the right
  to lie down beside this dog of mine
  And let that perverted though really run through my mind
    I'd scrape my toes across the floor
  This day's the same as those before
  And though inside I'm feeling giddy
  Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door
    So now I'll take a little glue
  I'll put together a new glittered room for you
  So I can start sitting so pretty
  Instead of sitting here not seein' clear
  Just sitting here not fittin' here
  No things ain't fittin' here
    I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine
  And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind
  And if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine
  Maybe the Hunter's dog called God
  Could be my friend in time