On a tableland above the clouds
God drinks and laughs aroused
By the myrtle scented punch
And the hurdles of mortal crowds
Their futile, tainted lives
Their pain, their games, their lust
Just a grain of sand in the desert
A f**kfest of clowns and peasants
But among the bland he sees
A spinning filthy Eve
A sentient marionette
Who chose to cut her strings
She's dancing midst neon lights
The pretteiest dark striptease
God shrugged and cringed in fear
For she made him fall in love

A spinning filthy Eve
A dreaming dying nymph
A sinning pretty girl
Swiming in her troubled feels
A spinning dirty Eve
A beauty that never sleeps
In circles around the pole
In nauseous blurred out dreams

She spun around and stepped about
To the sound of madness
For the guards of heaven
Had her rejected
Though she never had a chance
On the tableland above the clouds
God tries to make amends
Jealous of the crowds
That gather to watch her dance