Letras
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 weekends
Sometimes on a Sunday
When the choir's done singing
And the kids ain't watching
And the angels need a reason to pray
Well, I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God gets lost too
Well, I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God sings the blues
God loves Audrey Hepburn
And he loves 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 Marriott
It's times like that when God really needs a friend
Sometimes the devil's all he's got
Well, I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God gets lost too
Well, I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God sings the blues
Sometimes the devil's all you got
Sometimes the devil's all you got
I bet it gets lonely in heaven
Sometimes the devil's all you got
Sometimes the devil's all you got
Sometimes the devil's all you got
Well, I bet it gets lonely in heaven
Sometimes the devil's all you got
I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God is lost too
I bet it gets lonely in heaven
I bet that God sings the blues