Sometimes On A Sunday

God loves cars, and God loves s*x 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 weekends Sometimes on a Sunday When the choir stops singing, and the kids ain't watchin' And the angels need a reason to pray Well I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh) Well I bet that God gets lost too (ooh-ooh) Well I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh) Well 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 when God really needs a friend And sometimes the Devil's all he's got Well I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh) I bet that God gets lost too (ooh-ooh) Well I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh) Well I bet that God sings the blues Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh-ooh) Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) Well I bet it gets lonely in heaven (ooh-ooh) Sometimes the Devils all you got (ooh-ooh) I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that God is lost too I bet it gets lonely in heaven I bet that God sings the blues