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