and if there is a god

i know he likes to rock

he likes his loud guitars

and his spiders from mars



if there is a god

i know she's watching me

she says she likes what he 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

you know they're on tv

they're the spies with bedroom eyes

that cower in our skies



who are you this time?

are you one of us, flying blind?

'cause we're down here throwing stones

while you're so far from home



and if there is a god

if there is a god