LET'S BLAME IT ALL ON GOD Sometimes I need a hand to hold or maybe just a finger if that could only catch the tear that seldom falls. Embarassment can linger, lose you friends. And YOU, God? Do you hear me, YOU? So very clever, makin' all the world, curled up there high 'n' cosy, and us down here, a tryin' an' supposing, posin' and so good. But reality, (whatever that is!) flings one into praying to you now and then, YOU (whoever you are.) Help, HELP ME! JESUS, MARY, are you anyone that's even like me? If not, maybe I'm the one that should be helping YOU, 'cos sure as hell, as far as I can see I don't get too much help from you. I'm dying, dying, DYING, Can't you hear me crying from this Discotheque? Oh, what the heck, you're much too busy jiving on your clouds, and I'm too busy boogeying to become part of your shrouds.