Let me give you some inside info, child, 'Bout a prankster up above, so wild. He gives man instincts, pure and bright, Then sets the rules, opposites in sight. LOOK but don't touch (touch), TOUCH but don't taste (taste), TASTE but don't swallow (swallow). He's laughing, laughing, from His throne, Sick humor in His heart of stone. A sadist, a landlord, absentee, Worship that? No, never me! He gives us gifts, then takes away, In His cosmic, twisted play. Jump from foot to foot, His glee, Watching us, His cruel decree. LOOK but don't touch (touch), TOUCH but don't taste (taste), TASTE but don't swallow (swallow). He's laughing, laughing, from His throne, Sick humor in His heart of stone. A sadist, a landlord, absentee, Worship that? No, never me! Here on the ground, I stay, Nose to earth, I’ll never stray. Nurturing sensations, every single one, I never judged, rejected none. He's laughing, laughing, from His throne, Sick humor in His heart of stone. A sadist, a landlord, absentee, Worship that? No, never me! Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven's light, It's my time now, in the darkest night. I'm a fan of man, in spite of all, In this cosmic jest, I'll stand tall.
