Sometimes on a Sunday

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