I can't figure the Lord down in funereal gravitynOne finishing touch and the creature is coming alivenAs I kneel down and praynI know God is watching over menIs He pissing HimselfnWhen He's knocking me out of my stridennAnd on day number eightnWhen the sun is about to go downnHere we go, what a shownWhat a nose for a blownnYou're alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvarknYou're divine by the grace of the master abovenYou're alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvarknYou're divine by the grace of the master abovennHey Frankenstein are you the one I think you aren(Godfather) If we're divine your are bizarrenI hear you laughing from the loge aboven(At my expense for your entertainment)nnHey Lord above why don't your armies ever smilen(Godfather) why don't they ever dress in stylenAnd never share the humor that you surely haven(Creating me for your entertainment)nnWhy do they have to get marriednBefore they do what they donEveryday anyway, when there's hell to paynnWe fold our hands afraid of what we've donenFear is the key to you - thy kingdome comenShake your head and have another winenDon't you almost die laughing wondering whynnRunning in the dust, running in the dustnAfraid of the hail stones cold as icenRunning in the dust, running in the dustnStraight to the wastelandsnWe'll never read your signsnnRunning in the dust, running in the dustnAfraid of tomorrownAfraid of what we've donenRunning in the dust, running in the dustnYou're the disciples of the big bad wolf or whatnnYou're alive, oh you're alivenYou're alive, the pride of creationnnOh you're the pride of creation, yes you arenOh you're the pride of creation