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