God's Favorite Customer - Father John Misty

Another night on the straits

All bug-eyed and babbling

Out on the corner of 7th and A

I’m in the business of living

Yeah, that’s something I’d say

All I need is a new friend

I’m only five blocks away

Speak to me

Won’t you speak, sweet angel?

Don’t you remember me?

I was God’s favorite customer

Beware the man who has everything

Everything that he wants

You can spot him from a mile away

In his gold chain and only one pair of socks

I’m out here testing the maxim

That all good things have to stop

The bar closes at five

But the big man is just opening shop

Speak to me (Oh, speak to me)

Won’t you speak, sweet angel?

Don’t you remember me?

(Don't you remember me?)

I was God’s favorite customer

But now I’m in trouble

Speak to me (oh, speak to me)

Won’t you speak, sweet angel?

I need some company (I need some company)

I swear, just one more night longer