God is a tender pervert and the angels are voyeurs   Watching us forever, their vision never blurs   They make us then forget us for a hundred million years   And then by chance they glance at us and something in them stirs   They find us so provocative, so weak, so full of pride   Our cleverness, our nakedness, fills them with delight   The way we hold our coffee cups, the way we pick our words   God is a tender pervert and his angels   His angels are voyeurs      And when the tender pervert is too busy to admire us   He sends his angels down to pass amongst us and desire us   He gives them little notebooks where they note each quirk and boast   Our foolish pride and pompousness turn him on the most   When we're throwing temper tantrums   When we're giving up the ghost   The pervert keeps his distance   But his angels, his angels move in close      It intoxicates the Spaceman, watching how we thrill ourselves   Not by sex but by devising new ways to kill ourselves   He sees the way we tamper with the things we most depend on   The danger stands his hair on end and gives him a hard-on   He calls his angels down to watch that slut the world get hers   God is a tender pervert and his angels   His angels are voyeurs      The pervert and his angels hide amongst the stars and watch   And as we blow ourselves to bits the angels pump their cocks   Their semen flows across the sky and forms new milky wheys   And somewhere in some galaxy in less than seven days   They make a planet more curvaceous and much sexier than ours   Full of bigger sinners   More worthy of voyeurs