Toby the Tiger - Bones Lyrics

God, god is a father
And I am his beloved son
And I know he'll leave the porch light on
Regardless of all that I've done
But god is an accountant
With a ledger all filled up with red
And we will be his debtors
Until we are all good and dead

Lo, he is transcendent
He works metaphysically
Nothing's orthogonal, everything's one
His goodness binds all that we see
But wo, he is judicious
A judge impartial and fair
And now the defense is approaching the stand
Speaking through beard and long hair

God, he is vengeful
And god will be paid what he's owed
Coinage won't cut it; his currency's red
So lay back and let the cash flow

I'm cursing my branches
I burn sticks and sage in my home
But still there's the whisper I'll never quite shake
You can't run from what's in your bones