Well, I ain't sure, but I've been told he's baking cakes inside our souls

Stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back

I'm breaking them out on the street, walking around in my bare feet

I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat



I caught a ride, we caught some air, he's never gonna cut his hair

It takes more time to make a fake, we night swam down in the lake

And washed the dirt off our intentions

Prattled on about bad inventions



I came as ice, I came as a whore

I came as advice that came too sure

I came as gold, I came as crap

I came clean and I came as a rat

It takes a long time but God dies too

But not before he'll stick it to you



Well, I don't know, but I been told

You'll never die when you'll never grow old



I came as a call, I came as flat

I came too soon so I came back

I came as flowers, I came as nice

I came as dirt and I came as a surprise

It takes a long time, but God dies too

But not before he'll stick it to you



I don't know, but I been told

You'll never die when you'll never grow old