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Verse 1[edit]

Never much was one for plans, it's true
But don't you tell me I should think it through
Just seventeen, libertine, it would seem that's me tonight

Won't call her dad to have a friendly chat
Don't give a damn about tomorrow's SAT
'Cause it's here, and it's now, and my lightning is about to strike

Chorus[edit]

We could be gods
Is there something else you're waiting for?
We could be gods
Come on and join me in the great outdoors
I don't even know what I'm doing
But there's something 'bout it seems so right to me
Like the seasons as they keep renewing
And the spring awakens budding trees
We could be deities

Verse 2[edit]

My dad sat me down and told me, "Son, it's well time
That you left behind this life of debauch.
Stop all this screwing around, it's time you settled down
And started thinking with your head, not your crotch."

Well, who the hell died and made you Ancient of Days
To tell me what I should and should not do?
Damned if you'll shackle me before I'm nailed to a tree
Or I become an old man just like you

Chorus[edit]

We could be gods
Is there something else you're waiting for?
We could be gods
Come on and rule with me forevermore
I don't even know what I'm doing
But it's something seems so right to me
Like the seasons as they keep renewing
And the spring awakens sleeping trees
We could be deities

Verse 3[edit]

Summer's gone and she's gone away
I always knew that it would end this way
Did I hope, did I think somehow that we'd be forever?

Still I can't help but contemplate
If this was all a fluke, or was it fate?
Did the planets shout for joy and the stars sing together?

Charles 2[edit]

We could be gods
Now I'm diggin' deep for diamond ore
We could be gods
I'm hearin' voices prophesying war
I don't even know what I should do
The whole world cannot contain my fear
Like the autumn chill that kills the summer bloom
As the stars are raining bitter tears
And casting down their spears