If there is a God

I know he likes to rock

He likes his loud guitars

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

Cause 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 skies



Who are you this time? are you one of us, flying blind

Cause I'm down here throwing stones

While you're so far from home






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