Our iron habitat

May I  have your seat I’m feeling odd?
I recognise you,you’re Almighty God
Where’d’ye get that suit and that top hat?
Oh,Leonard Cohen wanted one like that
Do not strike me with your iron rod

God is inside , lives in  holy  blood
We  connect,respect and so we should
Jesus is the beggar ,cold and sad
Give her help in our iron habitat
May I  have your seat ,  Lord Krishna said?

Love and hate would toss us  if they could
Get perspective, rise above the flood
Climb the mountain pikes, abhorr the flat
We need to change positions, where’re ye  at?
Another point of view won’t drive you mad
May I  have your seat ,I looked at God