the son of god's mate

THE SON OF GOD'S MATE

I am the son of God's mate
He's got enough on his plate
but feed me, feed me money, feed me love
Feed me, feed me goals to fuel my lust
Feed me effort, leave me effort, don't leave me wealth
I'll leave you my body, here take my health

No fear, I will not bite your hand
I don't want to lick the sweat of your labour
Like everybody else, I want to work
Like serfs at the manor, begging for bread

Feed me, feed me thoughts, feed me buts
Open my stomach and take out my guts
I'll kiss your lips, I'll stroke your thigh
I'll kindle your flame and then I'll laugh until I cry

Show me more men with hoses partly covered by trees
Show me my dinner, heat my sex
Show me images of humble Emmanuelle
Take my light and copyright her name

Set me free, please, quench my thirst
Feed me, I want to work
I'll walk to work, I'll walk to work
There's a clever double meaning there, do you get it?
You're so brainy, so stupid, hungry and dirty
You're an idiot, it's understood, brilliant and lovely
You're so sloppy, a singer of the words
Do you call that singing?
What a funny guy, so sexy, so perverted
You're a vampire, an ogre, so ordinary
You pay your debts, you look your best, live worthily
You still believe that it all happened
Believe a bearded bloke is your friend
Don't you know there are only acts of genius?

You're the son of God's mate