Heard the whispers, shot my gun Made the congregation run Saw the sinners in the crowd Hear them cry, aren't they loud? Shot my baby, killed a nun Kicked a man who held his son Fell right down in a pew Looked what the good Lord did to you From the pulpit, the good Lord said to me This is the way it's gonna be And the choir sang hallelujah But it ain't much good When my bullets cut right through ya Watch the flock flock to the door Don't you want the good word anymore? Is it so hard to see? With my gun, we'll pray in peace The doors open, I saw the light You ain't walking without a fight The blood runs out the door You ain't coming back to this church no more From the pulpit, the good Lord said to me This is the way it's gonna be And the choir sang hallelujah But that ain't much good When my bullets cut right through ya