Hallelujah

We sang Hallelujah, has it stopped raining?

Though the priest had stopped believing a long ago

And his companion began to a laugh at the irony o' that

And we walked along in an uncomfortable silence

Yeah Ha-ha-hallelujah

Ha-ha-hallelujah

St. Patrick led the sailor into the wasteland

A herd of swine surrounded them one day

It was the answer to their prayers, a sure sign that God, He cared

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 planks

And the vandal Moranjou 'pon Gay Street heard the news

They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles

Yeah Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah