I saw her in a crowd

Or maybe in a cloud

Her daddy would be so proud

Little miss beauty queen

But then she fell down

And underneath her gown

No backbone could be found

It was all skin and nicotine

Underneath these empty things

We're made of, we're made of

Underneath these empty things

We're made of one love

Just past three a.m.

I saw a preacher man

He had heaven in his hand

on satellite TV

And he'll fix your sorry life

And then he'll fix the price

Because Heaven sure is nice

But salvation isn't free

And now could it be instead

That we've lost our innocence

But one day this pain will end

Hope is coming back again

And we can live forever

Well I have heard it said

That maybe God is dead

Or some would say instead

He just up and went away

But I saw him in a cloud

I saw him in a crowd

Yeah, he just looked around

And he loved us all anyway