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