we sang hallelujah, as it stopped raining
Though the priest had stopped believing long ago
And his companion began to a laugh at the irony o' that
And we all walked along in unconfortable silence
Yeah ha- ha- ha- a hallelujah
ha- ha- ha- a 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
Yeah ha- ha- ha- a hallelujah
ha- ha- ha- a hallelujah
The fisherman, he rode the city's river
The dirty water rose through sorry planks
And the vandal moranjou? 'pon gay st. heard the news
They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles
Yeah ha- ha- ha- a hallelujah
ha- ha- ha- a hallelujah x2