Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crowded House
Crowded House
Performer
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Vocals
Tim Finn
Tim Finn
Vocals
Mark Hart
Mark Hart
Keyboards
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Keyboards
Nick Seymour
Nick Seymour
Bass Guitar
Paul Hester
Paul Hester
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Songwriter
Tim Finn
Tim Finn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Producer
Jeremy Ansell
Jeremy Ansell
Producer
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Producer

Lyrics

One, two... A one...
What'll I tell him. When he comes to me for absolution? Wouldn't you know it? Hope I don't make a bad decision
'Cause I'd like to believe that there is a God. Why sinful angels suffer for love. I'd like to believe in the terrible truth, in the beautiful lies
Like to know you. But in this town I can't get arrested. If you know me, than why don't you tell me what I'm thinking?
Hey, don't look now but there goes God. In His sexy pants and His sausage dog. And he can't stand Beelzebub. 'Cause he looks so good in black
Hey, don't look now but there goes God. In His sexy pants and His sausage dog. And He can't stand Beelzebub. 'Cause He looks so good in black, in black, in black
There goes God. There goes God. Make yourself known. There goes God. Check your half way the stand. There goes God. Take the ticket of the door. But there goes God. Christmas knows it, for sure
There is a God
Written by: Neil Finn, Tim Finn
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