I call you up, you're in the shower All that water down the drain Call the shots, keep the power Hold the thoughts and beat the rain Wash your face, holy water For the dirt to fall away I call you up, you're in the kitchen All that fire up in flames I wonder what is your religion Who to fear and who to blame Burn your bread, holy fire For the dirt to keep at bay And I wonder why To multiply In pace with all the rest In a wicked way I'd love to stay In the place i know the best I call you up, you're in the garden All that soil on the ground Who picks you up, who begs your pardon Bothers you to come around Bury deep, holy soil It's the dirt that kills the sound And I wonder why To multiply In pace with all the rest In a wicked way I'd love to stay In the place i know the best And I wonder when I will understand All the writings on the wall On a wicked night I'd like to hide In the time before the fall I call you up, you're at a party All good spirits up in smoke Who put on Paul McCartney Can you laugh when life's a joke Hold your breath, holy spirit