Choose a Better God

When amazing’s what you’re after

                But it’s always out of reach

I’ll make amazing second-nature;

                It will be a small feat.

When hope to you is citrus fruit

                Growing on Spanish trees

I’ll claim for you that rugged hue,

                And hope for you shall ripen with ease.

The gods you choose are yours to pick,

                Don’t stay the church out of respect

To childhood, fidelity or candle wick

                When there are gods abroad with love to spend.

Come, choose a better God;

                Take me, my love, for protection.

Come guidance, come now, come good,

                And I’ll take from you sacred direction.

Let me live between your thighs

                Like a hermit struck blind with sense.

Only innocence, love, behind my eyes.

                Behind my eyes, my love, only innocence.