The Pride of Creation Lyrics

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 surley have
Creating me for your entertainment

Why do they have get married
Before they do what they do
Everyday anyway, when there'sto hell to pay