LYRICS GAME

On the eighth day, God, after working so much

To blow off some steam, once he'd reviewed it all

He said everything is very good, it's time to rest

And he went for a stroll through outer space

Who would have imagined that God himself, upon returning

He would find everything in a hellish disorder

That he would become another unemployed man

Adding to the rate that grows annually without stopping

Since then, there are those who have seen him

Just wandering through the streets

He's been patiently waiting for someone

With whom he could at least have a peaceful chat

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins, unable to be stopped

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like chess pieces

I'm not the kind of idiot who's easily convinced

But I tell the truth

And even a blind person can see it

If, from a lack of occupation

Or excessive loneliness

If God couldn't take it anymore

And left for another place

It would be our downfall

There would be no other remedy left

Than to worship Michael Jackson

Bill Clinton or Tarzan

It's more difficult to be a king without a crown

Than just a regular person

Poor God, who doesn't appear in magazines

Who's not a model, an artist, or from a royal family

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins

Without being able to stop it

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like chess pieces

I'm not the kind of idiot who's easily convinced

But I tell the truth

And even a blind person can see it

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins

Without being able to stop it

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like chess pieces

I'm not the kind of idiot who's easily convinced

But I tell the truth

And even a blind person can see it