The Static God

Ah, pardon me, do you have a cigarette
For me, I think?
I don’t know, I don’t know
What’s it like?
I’m tuning in, addressing an urge
Do you satisfy me?
What’s it like? Laugh at the rubble
What’s it like?
On the battleground
Lashing me, blood-soaked rags
Are the clothes upon my back
I don’t know, I don’t know
What’s it like?
I’m leaning in, into the whip
Does it satisfy me?
What’s it like? Close to the cannon
What’s it like?
On the battleground
Oh, pardon me, do you have a cigarette
For me, I think?
I don’t know, I don’t know
What’s it like?
I’m tuning in, addressing an urge
Do you satisfy me?
What’s it like? Laugh at the rubble
What’s it like?
On the battleground