Hallelujah
We sang the Hallelujah as it stopped raining

Though the priest had stopped believing long ago

And his companion began to laugh at the irony of that

And we walked along in an uncomfortable silence

Yeah Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Saint Patrick led the sailors into the wasteland

A herd of swine surrounded them one day

It was the answer to their prayers a sure sign that God did care

But McCarthy disagreed "It's not that simple."

So Hallelujah

Hallelujah

The fisherman, he rode the city's river

The dirty water rose through sorry plains

And the vandal, Moor, and Jew ?upon Gay Street? heard the news

They commissioned him to rise up from the cupboard

Yeah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah