it's tough to be a god

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"?