Your Dead Grandfather

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