Artist: John Wesley Harding Album: John Wesley Harding's New Deal Title: God Lives Upstairs There was this man Who lived on the seashore The house with the steel door You passed it on the way to where you are He stares at the sand From his bedroom window Shakes as the wind blows Through the passing tail-fins of your car Nothing matters anymore If it does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs He's trying to sleep So hard in the daylight Impossible at night Between those neighbours driving him insane Footsteps from above Below, it's all-night parties And it's drink up, my hearties They're stoking up for the furnace once again Nothing matters anymore If he does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs He hasn't a prayer Between the heated floorboards And the quiet guy on the third floor Who never even picks up all his mail He knows where it goes Downstairs is stealing He stares at the ceiling He knows that all he has to do is fail Nothing matters anymore If it does, he doesn't care The devil lives below him God lives upstairs The devil lives below him God lives upstairs

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