Fathers help me am I pure?
The power wrapped in your palm, show it to me
Sent you money, sent you flowers
Could I worship you for hours?
Universe falling down
God is love, god is war
To come showering down
God is love, God is war
In whose hands are we anyway?
To come showering down
Brother Genie am I pure?
Is it in your heart? Yeah, it's in there somewhere
How did you know? Show your beauty
There's a fiery star hidden out there somewhere
Sent you money sent you flowers
Not the satellite of love but a laser
What's your pleasure? Tell it to me
You got to look real hard
We go waiting for the stars
To come showering down
Universe falling down
Universe falling down
TV preacher tell me more
From Moscow to Mars
From Moscow to Mars
You got to look real hard
From Moscow to Mars
Did you ever have a lover
In whose hands are we anyway?
The city looks pretty in pink
From Moscow to Mars
From Moscow to Mars
Leave you only disenchanted
Armageddon is here
War is not the answer
TV preacher tell me more
To come showering down
Hit them with your wrath and thunder
Yeeha
Sent you money, sent you flowers
In whose hands are we anyway?
We go waiting for the stars
We go waiting for the stars
Could I worship you for hours?
Pure as pure as Heaven
Could I worship you for hours?
Pure as pure as Heaven
Rolling along through a rose colored glow
Leave you for another
In you somewhere, somewhere in me
Shooting out it's shiny tongue there
We go waiting for the stars
And take take your love and kisses for granted?
Universe falling down
Pure as pure as Heaven
Never to discover
