This is a song about "Cushion"

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But no worry's her tears will soon dry out, face to cushion, lights out,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud