Hey! Hallelujah

Hey! Hallelujah, Hey!

With every death my mother gets a little closer to god (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
But she raised me an atheist & a snob (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
With every death my mother watches more television talent shows (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
Which I wish I could enjoy but she did too good a job (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey!)

With every death my mother slides closer to believing (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
But she did not raise me to believe, oh no (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
With every death my mother gets a little better at grieving (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
Welcome to her TED Talk on not walking into the sea (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey!)

Oh man, oh God
Je serai la, je serai juste la
’til I’m not

Before every next funeral she spends less time on her make up (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
As she becomes more aware of how little we all have left (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
Oh what’s the point of looking young at the expense of youth (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
I preach from my perch in my tanning booth (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)

Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah Hey! Hallelujah, Hey!

With every death I get a little closer to picking up smoking (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
The irony of which ain’t lost on me (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
With every death my mother get a little better at joking (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey! Hallelujah)
About the recently deceased & the soon to be (Hey! Hallelujah, Hey!)

Oh man, oh God
Je serai la, je serai juste la
’til I’m not

They’re killing all three of ’em man, The Father the Son & the Holy Ghost

Oh man oh man oh God
Oh man oh man oh God
Oh man, oh, oh God
Oh man oh man oh God