God loves cars, and god loves sex God loves liquor and cigarettes He's a fool for the rush Just like the rest of us Cause god is scared of his own death
And he dabbles in drugs on the weekend Sometimes on a sunday When the choir stops singing And the kids ain't watchin' And the angels need a reason to pray
I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that god gets lost too I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that god sings the blues
God loves audrey hepburn And he love marilyn monroe For all those scenes in all those movies That no one really knows
And he seduces himself With his own eyes in the mirror On the top floor of the mariott It's times like that God really needs a friend And sometimes the devil's all he's got
I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that god gets lost too I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that god sings the blues
Sometimes the devils all you got I bet it gets lonely in heaven Sometimes the devils all you got I bet it gets lonely in heaven Sometimes the devils all you got
I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that god is lost too I bet it get lonely in heaven I bet that god sings the blues
Compositores: Charles Anthony Silvestri, Christopher Bernard Huot, Chris Koster, Brett Emmons, Adam John Paquette, Jay Donald Emmons, Brayden Deans Mclean ECAD: Obra #16395753 Fonograma #14239201