Though the priest had stopped believing long ago
 And his companion began to laugh at the irony of that
 And we walked along in an uncomfortable silence
 Yeah  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 did care
 But McCarthy disagreed  "It's not that simple."
 So Hallelujah
 Hallelujah
 The fisherman, he rode the city's river
 The dirty water rose through sorry plains
 And the vandal, Moor, and Jew ?upon Gay Street? heard the news
 They commissioned him to rise up from the cupboard
 Yeah, Hallelujah
 Hallelujah