When you walk out of god's house



Don't complain



You've got yer gold and silver



And you've got yer pretty girl



When you walk out of god's house



Don't complain



When you trade yer money for her



Don't be ashamed



Forget yer lonely room



And yer cheap cheap solitude



When you trade yer money for her



Don't be ashamed



When his hand falls to guide you



Don't be afraid



He'll give you seeds of sorrow



To shake and make it right



When his hand falls to guide you



Don't be afraid







Amen




more