Shake tiny fists up at the sky
Gnash your little teeth and scream out "why?"
Get up off your knees, it's time you knew

That the gods are people, too

It's a miracle the sky ever stayed up

Creation's all just basically made up
They're all improvising, just like you
Those gods are people, too


They've got their shiny headbands
They've got their shiny wristbands

But no amount of horns on your helmet's gonna keep
All the cows up in the top paddock


They've got their shiny headbands
And they've got those shiny wristbands
Don't forget we're talking 'bout creative types here

They're bound to be a little temperamental

Next time that you think you're on your own

There's no need to feel so all alone
You're a part of someone's bigger plan
Some massive tool up there

Looking down on you
Wrecking everything