Say little man with the world in your hand
You who expect that we all genuflect at the sound of your name
You're playing the god game

Say little man with the gun in your hand, you who expect all your guards to protect you from fear and from blame
You're playing the god game

Say little man with the mace in your hand, you who reject all the laws that protect us from crosses that flame
You're playing the god game

You say one man can't change things
So there is no use in trying
But a swarm of bees makes honey
In the carcass of a lion

You can't see that everywhere you look someone is dying
And you can't hear the silence where a baby once was crying

You sing a shattered atom song of dissonance and [bad word] And you can't see the tidal wave of [bad word] 
You drop a Sunday dollar
And then six days you coast
And [bad word] the father and the son
And the holy most

Say little man better hide if you can
You can't take what the brothers will make of the world plane
You're playing the god game

Say little man with the world in your hand
You who expect that we all genuflect at the sound of your name
You're playing the god game

The empty premis of your life
Is like a sunless dawn
Your barren greed will take you where
No cardboard kings have gone
Inside your waspy little mind
You're frantic for escape
The blood just wants a place to stand
And you're afraid of rape

Say little man better hide if you can
You who can't take what the brothers will make of the world that you claim
You're playing the god game

Say little man with the gun in your hand, you who expect all your guards to protect you from fear and from blame
You're playing the god game