And if there is a God

I know he likes to rock

He likes his loud guitars

And his spiders from Mars

And if there is a God

I know she's watching me

She says she likes what she sees

But there's trouble on the breeze

Who are you this time?

Are you one of us flying blind?

Because I'm down here throwing stones

While you're so far from home

And if there is a God

I know they're on TV

The spies with bedroom eyes

That cower in our sky

Who are you, this time?

Are you one of us flying blind?

Because I'm down here throwing stones

While you're so far from home