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.