We sang Hallelujah, has it stopped raining? Though the priest had stopped believing a long ago And his companion began to a laugh at the irony o' that And we walked along in an uncomfortable silence Yeah Ha-ha-hallelujah Ha-ha-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" So Hallelujah Hallelujah The fisherman, he rode the city's river The dirty water rose through sorry planks And the vandal Moranjou 'pon Gay Street heard the news They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles Yeah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah