Текст песни We Don't Go To God's House Anymore

Driving on the bypass to Damascus

I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride

With a pair of broken wings

And a suitcase full of sins

He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside

Pulling Malatesta from his suitcase

He lifted up his voice and began to sing

'My songs of desperation lead to action...

And this is where the serious fun begins.'

We don't go to God's house anymore

Saw the light and walked right out the door

We don't go to God's house

It's more fun in the dog house

We don't go to God's house anymore
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Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation

As we sung away the pulpit and the past

The preacherman and me

We sang such harmonies

The highway of my life went by so fast

The preacher, he got off at the crossroads

He said, 'This is where I end, and you begin'

He left behind the wings and the Malatesta

And the memory of the songs we both did sing

We don't go to God's house anymore

Saw the light and walked right out the door

We don't go to God's house

It's more fun in the doghouse

We don't go to God's house anymore