Texty: Vera Mesmer. A Room With A View.

I passed god on the way to his first appointment today
I've never really seen him around
But he speaks in the local way
I've often wondered where he goes to sleep after a long hard day
He's never really leaving the town
So he must be fond of it
Though he's hardly seen among the streets
He mainly travels coach or limousine
I lured him with carnal fleshy treats
Sometimes revenge is sickly sweet

All I want is a room with a view
Is that too much to ask
Am I too much for you

I passed god on the way to his lfirst appointment today
I've never really seen him around
But he's close with everyone but me
I've often wondered how it is that he goes on with his charade
I've never seen him out with the wife
Maybe there's an affair

I followed him, waited for him
I noticed he was looking pale and thin
His walking pace is filled with grace
You should've seen the look upon his face
I killed god on the way to his last appointment today
Noone ever sees him around so I can get away with it