| D | G | |
| There's a cry that is heard in the | city |
| D | G | |
| F | room Vivian at Pentecost | Lane |
| D | G | |
| shrieking and dancing till 4 | a.m. |
| D | G | |
| An | other night of muscles and | pain |
| G | |
| I | love you despite your convictions |
| D | G | |
| That | God never laughs at my j | okes |
| CHORUS |
| A | |
| I'm a y | oung man at oods with the Bible |
| G | |
| But I d | on't pretend faith never works |
| D | D | D | D | D | |
| And we're down on our | knees |
| A | D | A | D | A | D | A | D | |
| Pr | ayin' at the bus | stop |
| D | G | |
| No | w Jesus he came in a | vision |
| D | G | |
| An | d offered you redemption from | sin |
| D | G | |
| I' | m not sayin' that I don't bel | ieve you |
| D | G | |
| Bu | t are you sure that it really w | as him |
| G | |
| I'v | e been told that it couldn've been blue cheese |
| D | G | |
| Or th | e meal that we ate down the | road |
| Hallelujah |
| CHORUS |
| Easy as. HY. |