Part Time God

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 made a deal with the Devil.