text: I hardly think Im qualified
  To come across all sanctified
  I just dont cut it with the cherubim
  The towns already on its knees
  Being worshipped is a breeze
  I barely know the words to any hymn
  Listen, if we dont comply
  With the locals wishes I
  Can see us being sacrificed or stuffed
  Lets be gods, the perks are great
  El Dorado on a plate
  Local feeling should not be rebuffed
  Its tough to be a god
  Tread where mortals have not trod
  Be deified when really youre a sham
  Be an object of devotion
  Be the subject of psalms
  Its a terrifying notion
  All those prayers and those salaams
  Any normal man would bridle
  If hes forced to be an idol
  And a normal mans exactly what I am
  All the same, its pretty clear
  The scoundrels dont keep much up here
  They must have zillions under lock and key
  But gods can force them to unleash
  Enough to make us nouveau riche
  Beyond our wildest dreams, so follow me!
  Cant you see I wont relax
  If religious maniacs
  Tell me Im all-powerful and sublime
  How can I be their belief
  When Im lying through my teeth?
  Why dont we just say, some other time?
  Its tough to be a god
  But if you get the peoples nod
  Count your blessings, keep them sweet is my advice
  Be nirvana, be salvation
  Be all things to all men
  Butter up your congregation
  Every Sunday score a ten
  The alternative is dire
  Simply frying pan to fire
  So sign on two new gods for paradise, paradise