Bak et Halleluja
Behind a Hallelujah

Father I must ask forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony's packed in a car cover
I've broken Monsieur Clavier's regulations
You know I can’t take care of him

I plead to you. Help, Father help me
I'm standing in boots of concrete, Father help me
I [bad word] roulette's not a good idea
But he felt fine so he forced me along

I watched him spin the cylinder
he put the barrel between his teeth
I’ll pray for you my son

Cos by him you've not yet been judged
Cos nobody can say no to the amount Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father martin knows what's behind a hallelujah
Tony has a genuine double

Track him down, set up a contract, give him money
You may take a handful out of our collection
You may [bad word] as most people, or you may [bad word] a priest
But never return cos your days here are numbered