Album: The Lonesome Crowded West (1997)

Styrofoam Boots All Nice On Ice

Well all's not well
But I'm told that it'll all be quite nice
You'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
But your feet will still float like Christ's

Well I'll be damned
they were right
I'm drowning upside down
My feet afloat like Christ's

I'm in heaven
Trying to figure out which stack
They're going to stuff us Atheists into
And Peter and his monkey laugh
And i laugh with them
I'm not sure what at

We'll keep you in the back
Polishing halos, baking manna and gas
Well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone I ever seen
he moves just like crisco disco
breath 100% listerine

he says looking at something else
but directing everything to me
anytime anyone gets on their knees to pray
well it makes my telephone ring
and i'll be damned
he said you were right
no one's running this whole thing

he had a theory too
he said that god takes care of himself
god takes care of himself
and you and you
he said that god takes care of himself

god takes care of himself
and you and you
he said that god takes care of himself
god takes care of himself
and you and you

it's all nice on ice alright
and it's not day
and it's not night
but it's all nice on ice alright