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