We sleep in the city of dreams,
  we've settled under the dust.
 We take 40,000 winks
 on the threshold of
unanswerable lust!

God's gone back to heaven,
he's deserted us.
Ah, but what the hell,
he never understood us anyway.

Have our souls pined away?
Have we sowed our seed in vain?
Has he set his face against us,
and now, shall we be slain?
This is the Stone Age of our desire.
These are our formative years.
Don't let them say the devil
slaked his raging thirst
on our filthy tears.

God's gone back to heaven,
he's deserted us.
Ah, but what the hell,
he never understood us anyway.

We simply may be evil,
I don't care if it's true!
We simply may be evil,
I don't care if it's true!
I'm going to try anything, try anything, try anything, try anything,
because I really, really, really want you.
I've got to have everything, have everything, have everything,
because I really, really need to.

God's gone back to heaven,
he's deserted us.
Ah, but what the hell,
he never understood us anyway.