Where Is My Bible?

Well my god hits me with an open hand
He never punches with a closed fist
And as I lay unconscious on his golden sand
He hands me his to-do list
Oh, and my god loves me like an absent dad
He's never checking in when I'm in need
And if I get impatient or lose my head
He strips me of my dignity
So although I never read the manual
I got a couple minutes of my time alone
I hold no weight and I hold no hope
So, where is my Bible?
And although my life is pretty livable
I got a couple questions that a god might know
And I won't listen to a man in robes
So, where is my Bible?
Oh, where is my Bible?
(...)
Oh, I won't listen to a Christian song
And I won't wear a cross around my neck
And God forbid I wake up in a Catholic school
Oh, I will never tythe my ten percent
But why do I get numb when I don't feel like a man?
And why do we depend on Earth to be?
If I cut my eyes out will my thoughts run cold?
I already see nothing when I sleep
So although my life is under good control
And although I'm feeling pretty powerful
I got a couple seconds with my thoughts alone
So, bring me my Bible
And although my life is pretty livable
I'm at a crossroads with The Devil
And don't think I won't call hell a home
So, bring me my Bible
Oh, bring me my Bible
(...)
Well my god hits me with an open hand
He never punches with a closed fist