(N. Finn/T. Finn)
What’ll I tell him
When he comes to me for absolution
Wouldn’t you know it
Hope I don’t make a bad decision
Cos I’d like to believe
There is a god
Why sinful angels suffer for love
I’d like to believe
In the terrible truth in the beautiful lie
Like to now you
But in this town I can’t get arrested
If you know me
Why don’t you tell me what I’m thinking
CHORUS
Hey don’t look now
There goes God
In his sexy pants and his sausage dog
And he can’t stand Beelzebub
Cos he looks so good in black, in black
(Repeat)
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