Текст песни Chumbawamba - We Don`t Go To God`s House Anymore
Chumbawamba - We Don`t Go To God`s House Anymore слова песни
Driving on the bypass to DamascusI saw a preacher trying to hitch a rideWith a pair of broken wingsAnd a suitcase full of sinsHe gathered up his dreams and jumped insidePulling Malatesta from his suitcaseHe 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 anymoreSaw the light and walked right out the doorWe don`t go to God`s houseIt`s more fun in the dog houseWe don`t go to God`s house anymoreWell driving on, I tasted sweet salvationAs we sung away the pulpit and the pastThe preacherman and meWe sang such harmoniesThe highway of my life went by so fastThe preacher, he got off at the crossroadsHe said, `This is where I end, and you begin`He left behind the wings and the MalatestaAnd the memory of the songs we both did singWe don`t go to God`s house anymoreSaw the light and walked right out the doorWe don`t go to God`s houseIt`s more fun in the doghouseWe don`t go to God`s house anymore