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God makes me nervous when I hear him knockin'
God and his knocking hand, it make me quiver
I don't expect much here but I expect to shiver from God
I don't expect much in this life where I'm at
I don't expect a sliver of good from this God
No, I don't expect a sliver of good from this God

I expect this God will knock me out and take me away out back
Beat me with his conk-stick
Take me away from this shack
Take me to a place dirtier
Take me to a place where evil has a hold
Take me from all the comfort I've had

Somewhere sadder than this
Empty and cold

He'll spit God juice in my mouth

Spit God juice in your mouth

Hold me down and spit God juice in my mouth