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