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