Bronze Radio Return - Above, Below

Up above, sitting on his throne, gates around the place he calls his home. For saints and crooks he writes the book and every final page, every answer, every age.

If what they say, what they say, what they say is true, that a spirit up above watches over you, then I wanna know, what's his cue, and who is God praying to?

Down below he patiently awaits, the hardest fire burns a sinner's fate. In every hole, is filled with tortured souls in a stove of ancient coals of ageless hate.

If what they say, what they say, what they say is true, that a spirit down below watches under you, then I wanna know, when his fame begins to fade, what makes the devil afraid?