I hardly think I'm qualified
 [bad word] across all sanctified
I just don't cut it with the [bad word] 
The town's already on it's knees
Being worshipped is a breeze
I barely know the words to any hymn

Listen if we [bad word] 
With the locals' wishes
I can see is being sacrificed or stuffed
Let's be Gods, the perks are great
El Dorado on a plate
Local feelings should not be rebuffed

It's great to be a God
Tread where mortals have not trod
Be defied when really you're a sham
Be an object of devotion
Be the subject of psalms
It's a terrifying notion
All those prayers and thos salaams
Any normal man would bridle if he's forced to be an idol
And a normal man's exactly what I am

All the same it's pretty clear
The [bad word] don't keep much up here
They must have zillions under lock and key
But Gods can force then to unleash
Enough to make us nouveau riche
Beyond our wildest dreams so follow me

Can't you see I won't relax
If religious maniacs
Tell me I'm all-powerful and sublime
How can I be their belief
When I'm lying through my teeth
Why don't we just say some other time

It's great to be a God
But if you get the people's nod
Count your blessings, keep them sweet is my advice
Be nirvana be salvation
Be all things to all men
Butter up your congregation
Every Sunday score a ten
All the alternative is dire
Simply frying pan to fire
So sign on two new Gods for paradise