Your Dead Grandfather - Fruit Bats

We’ve been told there’s a ghost in the sky

Who pushes the button for the snow

And if you talk to your dead grandfather your grandfather will show

You how to get to know this beautiful being up there

The one whose image we’re all molded in

So let’s pray to the God of miracles

To make things stop being so terrible

Maybe things stop being so unbearable

If we pray to the God of miracles once in a while

There’s a power bigger than us

And you know it makes the earthquakes quake

Were the words from your dead grandmother

Who years before made her way

Through the world with the help of a magic man in the sky

A guy who’s there to teach you how to be

Let’s wish on a burning meteorite

That everyone start feeling right

Let’s pray to the God of miracles

That things stop being so unbearable

Let’s pray to the God of miracles

That things stop being so terrible

Let’s pray to the God of miracles

That things stop being so terrible