Lyrics from the song by Bill Nelson ; a nasty bit of rock guitar music .
(from the 1995 cd 'After the Satellite Sings')
High above America
In His custom built cocoon...
God looks down and laughs at me
And not a day too soon...
He sends me strange transmissions
Full of dangerous advice
And I reply
"Well, thank you , God, but I think
I'll keep those thoughts on ice" ...
I'm just an ordinary idiot
Not some holy fool
We're all ordinary idiots...
It's ok...it's cool
We're all ordinary idiots..irregular kind of guys
Ordinary idiots
Angels in diguise...
Ordinary idiots
Angels in diguise...
Ordinary idiots
High above the Universe
In his custom built cocoon...
God looks down and laughs at me
And not a day too soon
He sends me strange transmissions
He sends me strange transmissions
Ordinary idiots
We're all ordinary idiots
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