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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, and 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, more worthy of voyeurs