Up above, sittin' on his throne Gates around the place he calls his home
For saints and crooks he writes the book In every final page
Every answer, every age If what they say, what they say
What they say is true That a spirit up above watches over you
And I wanna know, what's his cue And who is God prayin' to?
Down below, he patiently awaits The hottest fire burns us in its fate
And every home is filled with torched-out souls In a stove with ancient coals of ageless hate
If what they say, what they say What they say is true
That a spirit down below watches under you And I wanna know, when his fame begins to fade
What makes the devil afraid?