Lyrics:

My real hero's got rocks in his head
He makes hot love but never in bed
He'll live forever but soon he'll be dead
Dead
That's what I said

He fights because it's from the dancehall to the sack
He can't imagine why the red turned it's back
Turned into people that glad he's not bad
He's lost
And he can't get back
All right

So now come meet your hero
C'mon take him by the hand
Find out he's not immortal
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band

He puts out bootlegs while the sailing ships in
Paints a self portraits without using {courane?}
He stopped protesting but he won't stop again

Sing
Who's kidding who

He eats his fretboard, fire on his breath
Loses his bearings and goes out of his depth
Stops playing with friends
Starts playing with death

Death
That's the choice of a fool
All right

Roll out and meet your hero
Walk about take him by the hand
Find out he's not immortal
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn'i play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band
God doesn't play in a rock and roll band