I can't figure the Lord
Down in funeral gravity
One finishing touch
And the creature is coming alive

As I kneel down and pray
I know God is watching over me
Is He pissing himself
When He's knocking me out of my stride

And on day number eight
When the sun is about to go down
Here we go, what a show
What a nose for blow

You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above
You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above

Hey, Frankenstein, are you the one I think you are
Godfather, if we're divine you are bizarre
I hear you laughing from the loge above
At my expense for your entertainment
Hey, Lord Above, why don't your armies ever smile
Godfather, why don't they ever dress in style
And never share the humor that you surely have
Creating me for your entertainment

Why do they have to get married before
They do what they do
Everyday anyway, when there's hell to pay

You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above
You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above

We fold our hands, afraid of what we've done
Fear is the key to you, thy kingdom come
You shake your head and have another wine
Don't you almost die laughing wondering why

Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of the hail stones
Cold as ice
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Straight to the wastelands
We'll never read your signs
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of Tomorrow
Afraid of what we've done
Running in the dust, running in the dust
You're the disciples
Of the big bad wolf or what

You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above
You're alive
Said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You're divine
By the grace of the master above

You're alive, oh, you're alive
You're alive, the pride of creation

Oh, you're the pride of creation
Yes, you are
Oh, you're the pride of creation