- cifra
What'll I tell him
When he comes to me for absolution
Wouldn't you know it
Hope I don't make a bad decision
'Cos I'd like to believe
That there is a god
Why sinful angels
Suffer for love
I'd like to believe
In the terrible truth
In the beautiful lie
Like to know you
But in this town I can't get arrested
If you know me
Why don't you tell me what I'm thinking
Hey don't look now
But there goes God
In his sexy pants
And his sausage dog
And he can't stand
Beelzebub
'Cos he looks so good in black, in black
