God's Not Coming Back - Bruce Dickinson

Yeah, standing by the three kings

And I thought I saw a star

I could smell the holy spirit

It was coming from the bar

It’s magic they said

Back from the dead

It’s not Christmas yet

God’s not coming back

God’s not coming back

You turn my water into wine

You fix my table, it’s just fine

Two ton rocks he rolled away

Lepers cured every Sunday

(Okay, goodnight, thank you very much)

(Be back next Sunday, alright)

It’s magic they said

Back from the dead

It’s not Christmas yet

God’s not coming back

Hanging with Magdalene

He never dug the little queen

(She's a little stunner, you know what I mean?)

You look like Ian Gillan

But I bet you couldn’t scream, aah

It’s magic they said

Back from the dead

It’s not Christmas yet

God’s not coming back

God’s not coming back

God’s not coming back

God’s not coming back

Oh well