Dear God, it's me From this place I live in, Harlem Oh heaven, we have a 'Cuz we all correspondence
And there's no prophets They've all been replaced with And they have people hostage why I'm sending you this postage
If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on and Things are worse than have ever been now Father, it's urgent we need You, down
Hey now, You're my And I don't know out there So many of us are
Hey now, we got shooting people We live in I'm not talking I ain't got yet
Why we got mouths On Larry with religious doubts While the Rabbi and Minister Shit, another one bites the
So the yellow, red, and white Send missiles in the dark of wanna stop, but don't know how That's why Lord, we need you now
If you're Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and Things are worse than have ever been now Father, urgent, we need You, come down
around, if you feel our vibe ride Come on aboard, there's enough room We're high where heaven hides I see you on the other side
If listening, Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are worse than have ever been now Father, it's urgent we need You, come
Why we got intelligent On Larry King religious doubts While the Rabbi and minister Shit, one bites the dust
So the yellow red and white missiles in the dark of night Probably stop but don't know how why Lord, we really need you now
If you're Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are worse than they have ever now Father, it's urgent, we need You, down
People around, if you feel our ride on aboard, there's enough room inside We're flying high where heaven I see you on the other side