The Pride Of Creation

I can figure the Lord down in funereal gravity
One finishing touch and the creature is coming alive
As I kneel down and pray
I know God is watching over me
Is He pissing Himself
When He’s knocking me out of my stride
And on day number eight
When the sun is about to go down
Here we go, what a show
What an awesome blow
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
Hey Frankenstein are you the one I think you are
If we’re divine your are bizarre
I hear you laughing from the loge above
Hey Lord above why don’t your armies ever smile
why don’t they ever dress in style
And never share the humor that you surely have
Why do they have to get married
Before they do what they do
Everyday anyway, when there’s hell to pay
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
We fold our hands afraid of what we’ve done
Fear’s the key to you — thy kingdome come
Shake your head and have another wine
Don’t you almost die laughing wondering why
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of the hail stones cold as ice
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Straight to the wastelands
We’ll never read your signs
Running in the dust, running in the dust
Afraid of tomorrow
Afraid of what we’ve done
Running in the dust, running in the dust
You’re the disciples of the big bad wolf, or what?
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
You’re alive said the maker and smiled at the aardvark
You’re divine by the grace of the master above
You’re alive, oh you’re alive
You’re alive, the pride of creation
Oh you’re the pride of creation, yes you are
Oh you’re the pride of creation