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THE MAN ON THE SATELLITEMen made God to rule the world and all itscreaturesUnder their mighty glance He blew nature and replaced itWith ArtDéco and Laissez-Faire les hommesHe invented a lot of thingsFor instance:womenfor His daily rib-eye steak, bien cuitThen God sussed out that He wasa man himselfNow in seedy dressing-rooms he's every rotten body's darlingOnbehalf of the Financial Timeso smiling damned villaino smiling damnedvillainoh! In your bed he's practicing the salvation of AmericaHe'spracticing the salvation of AmericaAnd afterwards he's washing his hands innonsenseoh! He's not man enough to take meLetras de cancionesoh! He's not wild enough tolove me as I need itoh! He's not dead enough to please me like EgyptHe'sthe man on the satelliteFar from earth and untouchable, God knowsHe's theman on the satelliteShoot him down, if you can, babyShoot him down, if youcan, slitShoot him down, that challengerCenturywise these gentlegiantsUse young lovely history as their girl next doorServants of artscience redwhiteblackchineseblooddeathsexrocksrockets bulls balls van goghlandscapespeu à peu they run out of colours peu à peu they run out ofcoloursoh! He's not mad enough to paint my hall of hatredoh! He's not Godenough to teach me as the jews teach their sons-in-lawoh! He's gone to theHome of the BraveOh Lord - have mercy never make him my slaveLet him liveon his satelliteWon't you do him any harm tonight/bless youWon't you go onsacrificing all the charms of yoursOh Lord I don't believe in youanymoreLet me live on my satelliteI'll shoot you everywhere I can, baby,everywhere I canAmen From Letras Mania