Momus - The Angels Are Voyeurs lyrics
[Momus - The Angels Are Voyeurs lyrics]
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
His angels are voyeurs
And when the tender pervert is
Too busy to admire us
He sends his angels down to pass
Amongst us and desire us
He gives them little notebooks where they
Note each quirk and boast
Our foolish pride and pompousness turn
Him on the most
When we're throwing temper tantrums
When we're giving up the ghost
The pervert keeps his distance
But his angels, his angels move in close
It intoxicates the Spaceman
Watching how we thrill ourselves
Not by sex but by devising
New ways to kill ourselves
He sees the way we tamper with
The things we most depend on
The danger stands his hair on end
And gives him a hard-on
He calls his angels down to watch
That slut the world get hers
God is a tender pervert and his angels
His angels are voyeurs
The pervert and his angels hide
Amongst the stars and watch
And as we blow ourselves to bit's
The angels pump their cocks
Their semen flows across the sky
And forms new Milky Ways
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 of voyeurs
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
His angels are voyeurs
And when the tender pervert is
Too busy to admire us
He sends his angels down to pass
Amongst us and desire us
He gives them little notebooks where they
Note each quirk and boast
Our foolish pride and pompousness turn
Him on the most
When we're throwing temper tantrums
When we're giving up the ghost
The pervert keeps his distance
But his angels, his angels move in close
It intoxicates the Spaceman
Watching how we thrill ourselves
Not by sex but by devising
New ways to kill ourselves
He sees the way we tamper with
The things we most depend on
The danger stands his hair on end
And gives him a hard-on
He calls his angels down to watch
That slut the world get hers
God is a tender pervert and his angels
His angels are voyeurs
The pervert and his angels hide
Amongst the stars and watch
And as we blow ourselves to bit's
The angels pump their cocks
Their semen flows across the sky
And forms new Milky Ways
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 of voyeurs