The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
The Smashing Pumpkins
And if there is a god
I know he likes to rock
He likes his loud guitars
And his spiders from mars
If there is a god
I know he's watching me
He says she likes what he sees
But there's trouble on the breeze
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us, flying blind?
'cause i'm down here throwing stones
But you're so far from home
And if there is a god
If there is a god
They're spies with bedroom eyes
That cower in our skies
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us, flying blind?
'cause we're down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home