| We had laid the cables and the wires
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| We split the wood and stoked the fires
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| We’ve lit downtown, there is no
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| Place for crime to hide
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| Our little church is painted white
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| And in the safety of the night
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| We all go quiet as a mouse
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| For the word is out
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| God is in the house
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| Moral sneaks in the White House
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| Computer geeks in the school house
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| Drug freaks in the crack house
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| We don’t have that stuff here
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| We have a tiny little force
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| Yeah, but we need them of course
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| For the kittens in the trees
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| And at night we’re on our knees
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| God is in the house
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| God is in the house
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| God is in the house, and no one’s left in doubt
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| God is in the house
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| Homos roaming the streets in packs
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| Queer bashers with tire-jacks
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| Lesbian counter-attacks
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| That stuff is for the big cities
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| Our town is very pretty
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| We have a pretty little square
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| We’ve got a woman for a mayor
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| Our policies are firm but fair
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| Now that God is in the house
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| God is in the house
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| God is in the house, any day now He’ll come out
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| God is in the house
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| Well-meaning little therapists
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| Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists
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| The tipsy, the reeling, and the drop down pissed
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| We’ve got no time for that stuff here
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| Zero crime, zero fear
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| Yeah, we’ve bred all our kittens white
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| So you can see them in the night
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| And at night we’re on our knees
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| As quiet as a mouse
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| Since the word got out
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| From the North down to the South
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| For no-one's left in doubt
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| There’s no fear about
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| If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
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| God is in the house
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| God is in the house
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| Oh I wish He would come out
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| God is in the house |