If There Is a God

If there is a God
I know He likes to rock
He likes His loud guitars
And His spiders from Mars
And if there is a God
I know She's watching me
She said: He likes what He sees
But there's trouble on the breeze

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
I know they're on TV
Their spies with bedroom eyes
Who cowers in our sky

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