The Dice of God

words and music by Bobby Whitlock & CoCo Carmel

Two Bug Music / Me You Me You Music /  BMI

© 2007 Bobby Whitlock and CoCo Carmel

 

Packing up,

Got nowhere to go.

Found your note,

Hanging on our door.

You’re a user,

You are not our friend.

Here we are,

On the street again.

 

We're not crying,

We don't depend on you.

We're not lyin',

Aint nothin' but the truth.

You call it living up there,

Down there in your hole...

The Dice of God are loaded,

And they’re about to roll.

 

Cause your finally busted,

It's understood.

You can't be trusted,

You just aint no good.

You can't see or hear us,

You can't bring us down.

Won't you dig a little deeper,

In your hole in the ground.

 

( Solo )

 

Mean and cruel,

And you hate the world,

Everyone and everything they do.

You’re jealous and angry,

And all alone and,

There aint nobody home but you.

Nobody...

Nobody...

But you … ( I said there's nobody home )

There aint nobody home,

It's true.

 

 

Lies you've been tellin',

Aint' nothin' like the truth.

Finally come unraveled,

Now what'cha gonna do?

Everybody knows,

They can see right through you,

The Dice of God are loaded,

And they're tumblin' down on you.

 

 

Cause your finally busted,

It's understood.

You can't be trusted,

Cause you just aint no good.

You can't see or hear us,

So you can't bring us down.

Won’t you dig a little deeper,

In your hole in the ground.

 

Oh,

Dig a little deeper,

I've got your shovel.

 

Oh…little man,

 On the hill,

Nobody loves you...

Nobody will.

Someday, someday

Gonna bring you down...

And cover you up...

In that hole in the ground.

Hey, look what you've done,

Oh ... look what you've done.