Well I fall down to my knees and I pray to the lord of all things
I ask him for a wristwatch and some change to fill my jeans
I 'aint goin' hungry
But won't you take pity over me, Lord?
Well I'm piss drunk on an airplane 30,000 feet above sea
Turbulence starts shaking me from my economy seat
Lord I'm just a poor boy, can't you tell from the size of my wings?
Jesus was a healer before we cured leprosy
When I take a cab downtown it's all Eli Lilly
Funded and entrusted city government buildings
I 'aint scared of dyin'
But when I go
Don't let the pharmacy take me