My god, loved the whores and babiesnMy god, never noticed a sinnMy god, grew and killed the daisiesnMy god threw the towel innnMy god is weirdnMy god is scarednMy god paints a pretty picture of fearnnHe's driving in gearnnOne day got sick of hailing Mary'snhailed youngot the door and slid on inntold me you were good at fortune tellingnsaid to muchnthrew the towel innnCHORUS x3nnPaid for my ridennmy god paints a pretty picturenmy god paints a pretty picturenmy god paints a pretty picturenmy god paints a pretty picturenntold him we could take the long waynheld on to everything he saidnwanted insight or an answernpointed the rear-view at my headnnCHORUSnnAll in all what does it mean?nn