Shake your tiny fists up at the sky Gnash your little teeth and scream out "why?" Get up off your knees, it's time you knew That the gods are people, too It's a miracle the sky ever stayed up Creation's all just basically made up They're all improvising, just like you Those gods are people, too They've got their shiny headbands They've got their shiny wristbands But no amount of horns on your helmet's gonna keep All the cows up in the top paddock They've got their shiny headbands They've got their shiny wristbands Don't forget we're talking 'bout creative types here They're bound to be a little temperamental Next time that you think you're on your own There's no need to feel that you're alone You're a part of someone's bigger plan Some massive tool up there Looking down on you Wrecking everything