Play God by Chagall Guevara

Chagall Guevara by Chagall Guevara

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Play God
by Chagall Guevara

Album: Chagall Guevara

And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
So mysterious, so misunderstood,
And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
Shall I genuflect in the likelihood?

Suite on a seventh level, with the keys to the ancient door,
You're the portrait of gothic grace, though the lash is a little out of place,
You rule your realm with falcon eye, you won't stoop down,
You don't take "no", you don't say, "please",
You're still all show and phoney i.d.s.

And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
Imitated everywhere, never understood,
And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
Floating just above it all, mingling where you should.

You command such immense fees from your low friends in high places,
If I crawled on both knees would I stay in your good graces?
You still love power, you still lack class,
Your subjects cower,
You buy prestige and spread decline,
You ought to swim the channel, you stroke so fine.

And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
So almighty, so mighty misunderstood
You still play God; how'd you get so good?
What a heavy role, what a livelihood.

Play God,
How'd you get so good?
Play God,
How did you get so good?

And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
So misquoted, so seldom understood,
And you still play God; how'd you get so good?
What a heavy role, what a livelihood,
You still play God; how'd you get so good?
So almighty, so mighty misunderstood,
You still play God; how'd you get so good?
Shall I genuflect in the likelihood?

You still play God.