| Song | Deus |
| Artist | The Sugarcubes |
| Album | The Great Crossover Potential |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sugarcubes | |
| Björk | |
| Deus does not exit. | |
| But if he does, he lives in the sky above me, | |
| In the fattest largest cloud up there. | |
| He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean. | |
| He wants to reach me. | |
| Deus does not exist. | |
| But if he does | |
| I always notice him. | |
| Getting ready in his airy room. | |
| He's picking his gloves so gently off. | |
| He wants to touch me. | |
| I'm walking humbly down a tiny street | |
| Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh | |
| Einar I once met him, | |
| It really surprised me, | |
| He put me in a bath tub, | |
| Made me squeeky clean, | |
| Really clean. | |
| Björk | |
| To create a universe | |
| You must taste | |
| The forbidden fruit. | |
| Einar He said hi. | |
| I said hi, | |
| I was still clean. | |
| Björk | |
| Deus does not exist, | |
| But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud, | |
| First marzipan fingers then marble hands, | |
| More silent than silence and slower than slow, | |
| Diving towards me. | |
| My collar is huge room for two hands, | |
| They start at the chest and move slowly down. | |
| Einar I thought | |
| I had seen everything, | |
| He wasn't white and fluffy, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| And a quiff, | |
| He said hi. | |
| I said hi. | |
| I was still clean, | |
| I was squeeky clean. | |
| I was surprised. | |
| Just as you would be. | |
| Einar & | |
| Björk | |
| Deus, Deus, | |
| Deus, Deus | |
| Björk | |
| He does not exist ( Repeat 'til the end ) |
| zuo qu : Sugarcubes | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus does not exit. | |
| But if he does, he lives in the sky above me, | |
| In the fattest largest cloud up there. | |
| He' s whiter than white and cleaner then clean. | |
| He wants to reach me. | |
| Deus does not exist. | |
| But if he does | |
| I always notice him. | |
| Getting ready in his airy room. | |
| He' s picking his gloves so gently off. | |
| He wants to touch me. | |
| I' m walking humbly down a tiny street | |
| Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh | |
| Einar I once met him, | |
| It really surprised me, | |
| He put me in a bath tub, | |
| Made me squeeky clean, | |
| Really clean. | |
| Bj rk | |
| To create a universe | |
| You must taste | |
| The forbidden fruit. | |
| Einar He said hi. | |
| I said hi, | |
| I was still clean. | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus does not exist, | |
| But if he does he' d want to get down from that cloud, | |
| First marzipan fingers then marble hands, | |
| More silent than silence and slower than slow, | |
| Diving towards me. | |
| My collar is huge room for two hands, | |
| They start at the chest and move slowly down. | |
| Einar I thought | |
| I had seen everything, | |
| He wasn' t white and fluffy, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| And a quiff, | |
| He said hi. | |
| I said hi. | |
| I was still clean, | |
| I was squeeky clean. | |
| I was surprised. | |
| Just as you would be. | |
| Einar | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus, Deus, | |
| Deus, Deus | |
| Bj rk | |
| He does not exist Repeat ' til the end |
| zuò qǔ : Sugarcubes | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus does not exit. | |
| But if he does, he lives in the sky above me, | |
| In the fattest largest cloud up there. | |
| He' s whiter than white and cleaner then clean. | |
| He wants to reach me. | |
| Deus does not exist. | |
| But if he does | |
| I always notice him. | |
| Getting ready in his airy room. | |
| He' s picking his gloves so gently off. | |
| He wants to touch me. | |
| I' m walking humbly down a tiny street | |
| Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh | |
| Einar I once met him, | |
| It really surprised me, | |
| He put me in a bath tub, | |
| Made me squeeky clean, | |
| Really clean. | |
| Bj rk | |
| To create a universe | |
| You must taste | |
| The forbidden fruit. | |
| Einar He said hi. | |
| I said hi, | |
| I was still clean. | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus does not exist, | |
| But if he does he' d want to get down from that cloud, | |
| First marzipan fingers then marble hands, | |
| More silent than silence and slower than slow, | |
| Diving towards me. | |
| My collar is huge room for two hands, | |
| They start at the chest and move slowly down. | |
| Einar I thought | |
| I had seen everything, | |
| He wasn' t white and fluffy, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| He just had side burns, | |
| And a quiff, | |
| He said hi. | |
| I said hi. | |
| I was still clean, | |
| I was squeeky clean. | |
| I was surprised. | |
| Just as you would be. | |
| Einar | |
| Bj rk | |
| Deus, Deus, | |
| Deus, Deus | |
| Bj rk | |
| He does not exist Repeat ' til the end |