I blagged my way to my apex Where I shot God in the head With a snakeskin pistol replica I thought I'd scare him shitless instead Now I'm through with my plastic anguish You can reach me on the ultraphone I'll be answering in every language Drinking custard from the stone I feel you moving In the chainsaws of my soul I will tear the clouds to pieces I will chew the stars to spit them out And I'll stretch the sky till it's hanging Then I'll pull it down to destroy any doubt It's gotta be luxurious It's gonna be luxurious It's gotta be luxurious Its gonna be luxurious I feel you moving In the chainsaws of my soul