Dear God, it's me From this tiny I live in, Harlem Oh heaven, we a problem 'Cuz we lost all
And no more prophets all been replaced with politics And they have your hostage That's why I'm sending you postage
If listening, 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
Hey now, my father And I know what's 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 fuss 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 Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and are worse than they have ever been now Father, urgent, we need You, come down
People around, if you feel our vibe Come on aboard, there's room inside We're flying high where heaven Hope I see you on the other
If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on and Things are worse than they have ever now Father, it's urgent we need You, down
Why we got intelligent On Larry King with doubts While the and minister fuss Shit, one bites the dust
So the yellow red and white Send in the dark of night Probably wanna 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 have ever been 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 heaven Hope I see you on the other