Lyrics God's Not Coming Back - Bruce Dickinson

God's Not Coming Back

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