I hardly think I’m qualified
To come across all sanctified
I just don’t cut it with the cherubim
The town’s already on it’s knees
Being worshipped is a breeze
I barely know the words to any hymn
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It’s great to be a God
Tread where mortals have not trod
Be deified when really you’re a sham
Be an object of devotion
Be the subject of psalms
It’s a terrifying notion
All those prayers and those salaams
Any normal man would bristle if he’s forced to be an idol
And a normal man’s exactly what I am
(Photo by Myra Lambino-Ramos)
The bastards don’t keep much up here
They must have zillions under lock and key
But Gods can force them to unleash
Enough to make us nouveau riche
Beyond our wildest dreams so follow me
Can’t you see I won’t relax
If religious maniacs
Tell me I’m all-powerful and sublime
How can I be their belief
When I’m lying through my teeth
Why don’t we just say, “Some other time”
It’s great to be a God
But if you get the people’s nod
Count your blessings, “keep them sweet”, is my advice
Be nirvana be salvation
Be all things to all men
Butter up your congregation
Every Sunday score a ten
All the alternative is dire
Simply, frying pan to fire
So sign on two new Gods for paradise
