And

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