Mind of God

I stew awhile in my thoughts
Stir my drink with my straw
Read the room, I am not so different

I only want what everyone wants
To be admired, recognized in restaurants
Pick a fight, any fight and come out on top

How, ooh, how do you like me now?
How, ooh, how do you like me now-ow?
How, ooh, how do you like me now
That I am making moves?

Looking up to get a load of this asshole drinking alone
I hear him say how we're just a synapse in the mind of God
I say, "You're close, but no cigar, I will tell you what we are
"A single turd in Satan's entrails, we'll all float on all right"

And here, I'd found my easy target
Draw me a picture of where your god lives
I'll dig a gravesite in your garden
To bury you, I will bury you, I will

How, ooh, how do you like me now?
How, ooh, how do you like me now-ow?
How, ooh, how do you like me now?
That I have made my move?

Mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

And I guess I made a scene
Because the chatter died
And the whole room is looking at me
I take my coat, there's nothing here to see

I can't help myself, I just get carried away
I can't hide myself when the blood moves to my face
Life's a joke that I tell getting older every day
Like a wedding cake left out
it will all just go, it all just goes to waste