He would sit in the class and dream   While the teacher lectured   Until the school bell would ring   He'd be President   Philosopher king      He was a dreamer, he was a creator   He would dream what he wished to be   He was a God, he was a creator   He fell in love with a mystery      He made up rock bands and TV stations   He invented the music   He invented the shows   He would lie on his bed at night   Spinning records on his chest while he sang      I am your God, I am your creator   But you can do what you want to do   I am your God, I am your creator   You can love me or hate me   It's up to you      Then one night   Some people landed a spaceship   In his bedroom and he got in   They took him to the land that he created   And tied him to a tree and killed him      He was their God, He was their creator   To others that created them(?)   I am your God, I am your creator   Even loved the ones who hated him