Up above, sitting on his throne
Gates surround the place he calls his home
For saints and crooks he writes the book, and every final page
Every answer, every age
If what they say, what they say, what they say is true
That a spirit up above watches over you
Then I wanna know, what's his cue
and who is God praying to
Down below, he patiently awaits
The hottest fire burns us in his fate
And every hole, is filled with tortured souls
In a stove of ancient coals of ageless hate
If what they say, what they say, what they say is true
That a spirit down below watches under you
Then I wanna know when his fame begins to fade
What makes the devil afraid