I hardly think I'm qualified to come across all sanctified I just don't cut it with a chair or a band The town's already on its knees Being worshipped is a breeze I barely know the words to any hymn Listen, if we don't comply With the locals' wishes, I See us being sacrificed or stoned Let's be gods, the perks are great Eldorado or a plague Local feelings should not be revoked It's tough to be a god Tread where mortals have not trod Be deified when really you're a sham Be an object of devotion Be the subject of songs It's a terrifying notion All those prayers and those alarms And a normal man would bridle If he's forced to be an idol And a normal man's exactly what I am All the same, it's pretty clear Scoundrels don't get much up here They must have zillions under lock and key But gods can force them to unleash Enough to make us a nouveau riche Beyond our wildest dreams, so follow me Can't you see I won't relax If religious maniacs Tell me I'm all powerful and sublime How can I be their belief When I'm lying through my teeth Why don't we just save some other time It's tough to be a god But if you've got the people's night God your blessings, keep them sweet is my advice Be nirvana, be selfish Be all things to all men Butter up your congregation Every Sunday, score a ten The alternative is dire Simplifying plans of fire So sign on to new gods for paradise Paradise Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify Simplify