Little White God (Live)

He's in love with a little white god, he said
So in love, he'll take it in the arm and still
And be solemn, sombre, and demure
Now, the words lack disappoint and incur
He's in love with a little brown god, he said
I can see it in the little beads on his forehead
Once you world, go from man, from another place
There's nothing wrong with this, it doesn't affect any heads

He's in love with a rotten old world
He's so in love, he'll take it in the arm of his god
He's in love with the little white god
He's so in love, he's a little boy, little boy

We can't live by laws, which way you can
We can't live by cause, it's such a grin
We can't live, lord of the flies, it's indicative
We can't live flying, we can't live flying

He's in love and indestructively demonstrative
To himself or you, and the world inside
But he sure kick against the my-mighty-trust
His primal passion in a furry colour technique
It's the ultimate, a big up-chuck
There's nothing wrong with this, it doesn't affect any heads

He's in love with a very sad soul
He's so in love, you wouldn't believe his voice couldn't go
He's in soul with the little brown god
It doesn't touch him, so the fact it just doesn't touch

We can't live by laws, which way you can
We can't live by cause, it's such a grin
We can't live, lord of the flies, it's indicative
We can't live flying, we can't live flying

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

He's in love with a rotten old world
He's so in love, he'll take it in the arm of his god
He's in soul with the little brown god
It doesn't touch him, so the fact it just doesn't touch

We can't live by laws, which way you can
We can't live by cause, it's such a grin
We can't live, lord of the flies, nothing
We can't live, lord of the flies, nothing
Nothing