Pot Bellied Buddha

Album: Metafiction (2006)
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  • It's kind of blasphemous
    I shouldn't be sayin' this
    But lyin' is not my particular sin
    I talk to God and all
    It seems like I only call
    When easy turns rough and hard or dangerous
    Owe more than I can carry in my fair-weather arms

    (I kind of treat him like a')

    [Chorus]
    Pot bellied Buddha I take down from my shelf
    When I get in a pickle
    When I can't help myself
    My pot bellied Buddah
    Rub his tummy and pray
    'til I'm clean out of trouble
    Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

    Flappin' my arms again
    "Danger, Will Robinson!"
    Something is spinnin' beyond my control
    That's when the God of all
    Shrinks to a kewpie Doll
    Not what I mean, but do I confess
    Promise whatever if he'll clean up my mess

    (Like he's a)

    [Chorus]
    Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
    When I get in a pickle
    When I can't help myself
    My pot bellied Buddah
    Rub his tummy and pray
    'til I'm clean out of trouble
    Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

    (You have offended a Xiaolin temple)

    You're so much bigger than I can conceive
    You pick me up off a shelf, I believe
    Gave me forever
    A love without end
    You'll be my King and my friend

    (not just a)

    [Chorus] x2
    Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
    When I get in a pickle
    When I can't help myself
    My pot bellied Buddah
    Rub his tummy and pray
    'til I'm clean out of trouble
    Then I put him back on the shelf for another day

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