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 want to know, what's his cue? And who is God praying to? Down below he patiently awaits The hottest fire burns a sinner's fate Every hole is filled with tortured souls In a stove with 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 want to know when his fame begins to fade, What makes the devil afraid?