Up above, sittin' on his throne Gates around the place he calls his homeFor saints and crooks he writes the book In every final pageEvery answer, every age If what they say, what they sayWhat they say is true That a spirit up above watches over youAnd 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 fateAnd every home is filled with torched-out souls In a stove with ancient coals of ageless hateIf what they say, what they say What they say is trueThat a spirit down below watches under you And I wanna know, when his fame begins to fadeWhat makes the devil afraid?
