We sang hallelujah 'cuz it stopped raining,
Though the priesthood stopped believing long ago.
And his companion began to laugh at the irony of that,
And we walked along in an uncomfortable silence.
Chorus
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 cares
But mccarthy disagreed: it's not that simple.
So, chorus
The fisherman, he rode the city's river
The dirty water rose through sorry planks,
And the vandal, moor, and jew
Upon gay street harried the news,
They commissioned him to rise up from the caverns.
