John Wesley Harding - God Lives Upstairs lyrics

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