Yeah, I Found God

Yeah, I found god
in a burning trash can.
He was singing some song of salvation and shame.
I grew tired of his tongue, so I pissed out the flames,
kicked it over to spill,
and in the mess smeared out my name.

Yeah, I found god
in the back alley of a burnt-out building.
Said he was happy to see me and forgave me my sins,
and that he liked the view from a charred window pane.
A quick reaction: broke out the glass to carve out a message.
In blood smeared out my name.

Yeah, I found god
living within my own skin.
Said he'd made me in his own likeness,
that I'd tried to change myself with these burns and scars,
and he'd never leave and that I couldn't do a thing,
but I wouldn't hear it, so I cut into my ears
screaming, "never in his name!"