God loves cars, and god loves sex.
God loves liquor, and cigarretes.
He's a fool for the rush just like the rest of em'.
Cause God is scared of his own death.
And he dabbles in drugs on the weekend.
Sometimes on a Sunday,
When the choir starts singing and the kids they watching,
and the angels need a reason to pray.
I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
I bet God is lost too,
I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
well I bet that god sings the blues.
God loves Audrey Hepburn,
And he loves Marilyn Munroe.
For all those scenes in all those movies,
No one really knows.
And he seduces himself with his own eyes in the mirror,
on the top floor of the Mariot.
It's times like that when God really needs a friend,
sometimes the Devil's all he's got.
I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
I bet that God is lost too,
I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
well I bet that God sings the blues.
Sometimes the devils all you got,
sometimes the devils all you got,
well I bet its lonely in heaven,
sometimes the devils all you got,
sometimes the devils all you got,
sometimes the devils all you got,
well I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
sometimes the devils all you got.