On nights when no one's in
the mood
To answer prayers, the gods on late shift
Slip one by one out of the office
And drift into their usual places
At the all-night bar and diner down the block.
The office boy and the girl from I.T.
Amuse themselves by shuffling files
So your desperate plea for understanding
Is answered by Tezcatlipoca
With visions of storms and jaguars.
To answer prayers, the gods on late shift
Slip one by one out of the office
And drift into their usual places
At the all-night bar and diner down the block.
The office boy and the girl from I.T.
Amuse themselves by shuffling files
So your desperate plea for understanding
Is answered by Tezcatlipoca
With visions of storms and jaguars.
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