Styrofoam Boots Modest Mouse

Well, all's not well but I'm told that it'll all be quite nice
You'll be drowned in boots like mafia but your feet'll still float like Christ's
Well, I'll be damned they were right
I'm drowning upside down my feet afloat like Christ's

I'm in heaven trying to figure out which stack
They're going to stuff us atheists into when Peter and his monkey laugh
And I laugh with them I'm not sure what at
They point and say we'll keep you in the back
Polishing halos, baking manna and gas

Well, some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone I ever seen
He moves just like crisco disco breath a hundred percent Listerine
He says looking at something else but directing everything to me
Anytime anyone gets on their knees to pray well it makes my telephone ring
And I'll be damned he said you were right no one's running this whole thing
He had a theory too
He said that God takes care of himself, God takes care of himself and you of you
He said that God takes care of himself, God takes care of himself and you of you
He said that God takes care of himself, God takes care of himself and you of you

It's all nice, it's all nice
Iit's all nice on ice, alright
It's all nice, it's all nice
It's all nice on ice, alright (on ice, on ice)