| God loves cars, and God loves sex | 
| God loves liquor and cigarettes | 
| He’s a fool for the rush just like the rest of us | 
| Cause God is scared of his own death | 
| And he dabbles in drugs on the weekend | 
| Sometimes on a Sunday | 
| When the choir stops singing, and the kids ain’t watchin' | 
| And the angels need a reason to pray | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God gets lost too | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God sings the blues | 
| God loves Audrey Hepburn | 
| And he love Marilyn Monroe | 
| For all those scenes in all those movies | 
| That no one really knows | 
| And he seduces himself with his own eyes in the mirror | 
| On the top floor of the Mariott | 
| It’s times like that, God really needs a friend | 
| And sometimes the Devil’s all he’s got | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God gets lost too | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God sings the blues | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| Sometimes the Devils all you got | 
| I bet it gets lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God is lost too | 
| I bet it get lonely in heaven | 
| I bet that God sings the blues |