I never wanted to be famous
But I did have some big plans
And maybe I was just a little greedy
Wanting so many fans
Cover of a magazine
Looking like a Libertine
I wouldn't be just a celebrity
Cos I would have too much integrity
What if one day
God makes me pay?
Maybe he already has:
Judging by my photographs
I never wanted to be worshipped
But I did just want to see
What it would it be like if they all held hands
And sung a hymn to me
I guess it's only fair enough
I was never really very tough
And everybody needs a fantasy
I only wanted immortality
What if one day
God makes me pay?
Maybe he already has:
Judging by the way I dance
I never wanted to be like King Kong
I never wanted to be big
But I could do with a handful of blondes
Screaming out at a gig
I never wanted to be Christ-like
But I could have done with the cash
Just enough to buy a helicopter
Well what's wrong with that?
Imagining my name in lights
Was something I would do on Monday nights
And on any other given day
The thought was never very far away
So what if one day
God makes me pay?
Maybe he already has
No-one wants my autograph
What if one day
God makes me pay?
Everybody clap your hands
And maybe He will understand