Creation or a stain

I got a god in my head Tells me that I'm crazy Got a god in my head Telling me I'm crazy An angry little god punching on my skull Another little god Tells me that I'm lazy A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now And the smallest god up there Thinks that I'm the greatest Tells me no one else could be as good as me. I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences Little propagandist selling misery I build a cocoon I got to get away A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????) No one see ya down there and no one's getting in I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4)