We Don't Go To God's House Anymore Lyrics - Chumbawamba

Driving on the bypass to Damascus 

I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride 

With a pair of broken wings 

And a suitcase full of sins 

He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside 

Pulling Malatesta from his suitcase 

He lifted up his voice and began to sing 

'My songs of desperation lead to action... 

And this is where the serious fun begins.' 

We don't go to God's house anymore 

Saw the light and walked right out the door 

We don't go to God's house 

It's more fun in the dog house 

We don't go to God's house anymore 

Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation 

As we sung away the pulpit and the past 

The preacherman and me 

We sang such harmonies 

The highway of my life went by so fast 

The preacher, he got off at the crossroads 

He said, 'This is where I end, and you begin' 

He left behind the wings and the Malatesta 

And the memory of the songs we both did sing 

We don't go to God's house anymore 

Saw the light and walked right out the door 

We don't go to God's house 

It's more fun in the doghouse 

We don't go to God's house anymore