The Good Word

Well the professor sadly scratched himself

Finished the rest of his cold coffee

Felt someone walking over his grave

He said "I've got to get out of this draughty old place"

Or maybe somewhere a black hole met another

Waltzed together and span away from each other

Clasped hands for a moment in the empty gymnasium

Their shoes scrape tapping in time to a song older than 'em

He said "God what have I done?"

And was it all predetermined?

All meant to be?

If you give me more time

I swear I'll believe

Give up all of that quantum shit

Spend all my days

Spreading the good word

Singing your praise

Ah ha

Yes sir

That's right

Glory hallelujah

Glory hallelujah

Well the wind made little hurricanes

With the debris in the car park of the driving range

As we have another sip, another toke

Counsellor says we're on a slippery slope

Last night I dreamed

We were running for our lives

From robots in the jungle

Helicopters in the sky

But the ground opened up and I

Couldn't save her

Couldn't save her

Couldn't save her again

Oh no

No sir

Not this time

Glory hallelujah

Glory hallelujah

Glory hallelujah

Oh God what have you done?

And was it all predetermined?

All meant to be?

If you give us her back

I still won't believe

But I might give up drinkin'

So much

We'll just have to wait and see

Glory hallelujah

Glory hallelujah