歌词
There are a few different species, dependent on your love
As we live by your thesis
Oh it’s the man above
Oh it’s the man above
You ought to give us some guidance, on certain things in life
Instead you left us oblivious
Oh, where’s the man above?
Oh, where’s the man above?
I hear the children sing another awful song
So tell your story
Don’t bore me
You can speak your mind if you leave a dime at the door
A homeless man thinks he’s Jesus, standing in a pond He smells of garbage and feces
He says he’s the man above
Oh, he’s the man above
I hear the children sing another awful song
So tell your story
Don’t bore me
You can speak your mind if you leave a dime at the door Tell your story, don’t bore me
You can speak your mind cause I’ve heard it all before