| Satellite, oh, satellite | |
| Who sits upon our skies | |
| How deep do you see when you spy into our lives? | |
| I know that god lives in everybody's souls | |
| And the only devil in your world | |
| Lives in the human heart | |
| So now ask yourself | |
| What is human? and what is truth? | |
| Ask yourself | |
| Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? | |
| From the cellars of your homes | |
| From the tops of your city roofs | |
| Ask yourself | |
| Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? | |
| Who is it? | |
| That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood | |
| Who is it? | |
| That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love | |
| Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust | |
| Who is it? | |
| Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition | |
| In order to build your planet earth's religions | |
| Who is it? | |
| Who could make your little armies of the left | |
| And your little armies of the right | |
| Light up your skies tonight | |
| Now some of you may live and some of you may die | |
| But remember | |
| That nothing in the world can kill you inside | |
| For he is thinking of you | |
| In your great cities of great solitude | |
| Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn | |
| The only path to heaven is via hell | |
| Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful | |
| Good morning beautiful, good bye world |