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 for causes from the depths of his sack

He can't imagine why the rat turned his back

Ten million people are glad he's not black

He's lost and he can't get back, all right

Roll out to meet your hero, oh

Come on, take him by the hand

Find out that 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, all right

He puts out bootlegs while the sailing ships sail

Paints himself portraits with a musical wave

He stopped protesting but he won't stop today

Think, who's kidding who? Oh

He eats his fretboard, the 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 to meet your hero, oh

Well come on, take him by the hand

Find out that 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'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