Problems Posing As Solutions

There can only be one god in your head she said
There can only be fire in fireplaces and in firewalls
I’m scared of losing touch of love
There can only be one god in your head she said
Etcera is for the greedy
I’m scared of losing touch of love
And I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glaaad you’re deeaad!
And I’m glad you’re dead
There can only be one god in your head she said
And she talks 'til she’s blue in that beautiful face
Still, I’m scared of losing touch of love
There can only be one god in your head she said
There’s a serious side to this death-threat
I’m scared of losing touch of love
And I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glad you’re dead
And I’m glad you’re dead, and I’m glaaad you’re deeaad!
And I’m glad you’re dead