If God was a spider
And I was a flea
I might get a glimpse of eternity
If God was an elephant
And I was a mule
I might be persuaded to go back to school
Knowing what's good for me
Has never been easy
Knowing what's wrong for you has never been fun
The wicked came forward
And bottled up their sins
In a land that's gone crazy, where the winner always wins
The widow is lonely
She stares out to sea
I'd like to help her
But she just wants to be
Messing with destiny
Controlling the sound
It can come to no good
As we go round and round
If God was a spider
And I was a flea
I might look for a place
By the sea