Timesbold - Gospel Of Thomas

heaven is killing the powerful
of yer hand
and you're breathing at his command
he's the who the what the when the where the why
in the birds and the bees
he's the floor under yer knees
he's the earth when it's perfectly still
he's the ink, the word, and the spill
he's yer eyes he's yer runny nose
and he's lurking around in yer clothes
in the top yer too dizzy to spin
in the water in the bottle of gin
in between the hook and the whale
he's the plug in the hole in the pail
he's the hole in the boat you set sail
and you set sail
he's humping around in this dump
he's the wall that grows when you jump
he's the sound of a cough in the dust
and to kill him you must just think that you can
and heaven is killing that powerful man