god's favorite customer

Father John Misty

Another night on the straits
All bug-eyed and babbling
Out on the corner of 7th and A
I m in the business of living
Yeah, that s something I d say
All I need is a new friend
I m only five blocks away

Speak to me
Won t you speak, sweet angel?
Don t you remember me?
I was God s favorite customer

Beware the man who has everything
Everything that he wants
You can spot him from a mile away
In his gold chain and only one pair of socks
I m out here testing the maxim
That all good things have to stop
The bar closes at 5
But the big man is just opening shop

Speak to me (oh, speak to me)
Won t you speak, sweet angel?
Don t you remember me? (Don t you remember me?)
I was God s favorite customer
But now I m in trouble

Speak to me (oh, speak to me)
Won t you speak, sweet angel?
I need some company (I need some company)
I swear, just one more night longer