Poor Imitation of God Songtext
von John Hiatt

I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god

I can duel the devil in my sleep
All the day waiting for my midnight creep
If you love me, don't expect a lot
I′m a poor imitation of god

I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god

Well, I can steal your heart from you
Hide it in my walking shoes
Leave before the band gets hot
I′m a poor imitation of god


I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god

I do better, I do better
On my own
Like a sick dog, Like a sick dog
Ain′t got no home
Onto thine image made
But, on that day the mold was broken,
I′m afraid

I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god

I'm a poor imitation of god
Cobras coming out of my eyes
Land of a thousand dances
And the chances are
Sharkskin will materialize


I′m a poor imitation of god
But there ain't nobody else
Can't you see, girl, I′m trying to love ya
But I can′t even love myself

I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god
I'm a poor imitation of god
I′m a poor imitation of god