There's a cry that is heard in the city From Vivian at Pentecost Lane A shrieking and dancing till four a.m. Another night of muscles and pain I love you despite your convictions That God never laughs at my jokes I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Praying at the bus stop Now Jesus, he came in a vision And offered you redemption from sin I'm not saying that I don't believe you But are you sure that it really was him? I've been told that it could've have been blue cheese Or the meal that we ate down the road I'm a young man at odds with the Bible But I don't pretend faith never works When we're down on our knees Praying at the bus stop
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