Above, Below

Up above sitting on his throne

Gates surround the place he calls his home

For saints and crooks he writes the book

And every final page

Every answer, every ageIf what they say, what they say, what they say is true

That a spirit up above watches over you

Then I want to know, what's his cue?

And who is God praying to?Down below he patiently awaits

The hottest fire burns a sinner's fate

Every hole is filled with tortured souls

In a stove with ancient coals of ageless hateIf what they say, what they say, what they say is true

That a spirit down below watches under you

Then I want to know when his fame begins to fade,

What makes the devil afraid?