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 its knees
being worshipped is a breeze
i barely know the words to any hymn
listen
if we don't comply
to the locals' wishes i
can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
let's be gods
the perks are great
el dorado on a plate
local feeling should not be rebuffed
it's tough 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 bridle
if he's forced to be an idol
and a normal man's exactly what i am
all the same
it's pretty clear
the scoundrels 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"?