When you walk out of gods house
Dont complain
Youve got yer gold and silver
And youve got yer pretty girl
When you walk out of gods house
Dont complain
When you trade yer money for her
Dont be ashamed
Forget yer lonely room
And yer cheap cheap solitude
When you trade yer money for her
Dont be ashamed
When his hand falls to guide you
Dont be afraid
Hell give you seeds of sorrow
To shake and make it right
When his hand falls to guide you
Dont be afraid
Amen
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