Part Time God - The Bad Dreamers

Well, I hope you brought your mop

'Cause you’re gonna clean this up

I spilled out all my guts

Cause you make me sick as f-

You’re just a crooked cop

Kid in a candy shop

They should’ve locked you up

Little forget-me-not

You’re not a part time god

You’re not a part time god

You took a full time job

You didn’t even want

So tall you build your throne

Table for one alone

Oh, what a cloak you’ve sewn

Oh, what a chance you’ve blown

You’re just a crooked cop

Kid in a candy shop

They should’ve locked you up

Little forget-me-not

You’re not a part time god

You’re not a part time god

You took a full time job

You didn’t even want

You’re not a part time (god)

(You're not a part time god)

(You're not a part time god)

(You took a full time job)

(You didn’t even want)

You’re not a part time god

You’re not a part time god

You took a full time job

You didn’t even want

You’re not a part time