Broken Window (Our God)

I have seen the face of God In the gun barrel, in the garbage dump, In the tail-end of the garage, Through the broken window on my old red Mercury As viewed through sticky Coca-Cola glasses, And the stinking way that skunks always look at it— It's terrible, but it doesn't bother them Or the politicians of this or any state. And Jesus Constitution, It or He or She Was never very happy with us, anyway— But let's get on with it!