Your faith was strong, but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof, Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you. And she tied you to a kitchen chair, She broke your throne, She cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above And all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. And it's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.
