God Lives Upstairs — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

There was this man

Who lived on the seashore

The house with the steel door

You passed it on the way to where you are

He stares at the sand

From his bedroom window

Shakes as the wind blows

Through the passing tail-fins of your car





Nothing matters anymore

If it does, he doesnt care

The devil lives below him

God lives upstairs





Hes trying to sleep

So hard in the daylight

Impossible at night

Between those neighbours driving him insane

Footsteps from above

Below, its all-night parties

And its drink up, my hearties

Theyre stoking up for the furnace once again





Nothing matters anymore

If he does, he doesnt care

The devil lives below him

God lives upstairs





He hasnt a prayer

Between the heated floorboards

And the quiet guy on the third floor

Who never even picks up all his mail

He knows where it goes

Downstairs is stealing

He stares at the ceiling

He knows that all he has to do is fail





Nothing matters anymore

If it does, he doesnt care

The devil lives below him

God lives upstairs

The devil lives below him

God lives upstairs