I can't figure the Lord down in funereal gravity
One finishing touch and the creature is coming alive
As I kneel down and pray
I know God is watching over me
Is He pissing Himself
When He's knocking me out of my stride
And on day number eight
When the Sun is about to go down
Here we go, what a show
What a nose for blow
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
Hey Frankenstein, are you the one I think you are?
(Godfather!) If you are divine then we are bizarre
I hear you laughing from the loge above
At my expense for your entertainment
Hey Lord above, why don't your armies ever smile?
(Godfather!) Why don't they ever dress in your style?
And never share the humor that you surely have
Creating me for your entertainment
Why do they have to get married
Before they do what they do?
Every day, any way
When there's Hell to pay
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
We hold our hands afraid of what we've done
Fear is the key to you, thy Kingdom Come
You shake your head and have another wine
Don't you almost die laughing wondering why?
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of the hail stones cold as ice
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Straight to the wastelands
We'll never read your signs
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of tomorrow
Afraid of what we've done
Running in the dust, running in the dust
You're the disciples of the big bad wolf
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
You're alive, said the maker and smiled at the Aardvark
You're divine by the grace of the master above
You're alive, oh, you're alive
You're alive, the pride of creation
Oh, you're the pride of creation
Yes you are!
Oh, you're the pride of creation
