Bruce Dickinson - God's Not Coming Back lyrics

It's gotten by the three kings And I thought I saw a star I could smell the holy spirit, It was coming from the hall It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back God's not coming back You turn my water into wine, You fix my table, it's just fine Two ton rocks he rolled away, Feels secure every Sunday It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back You with the mandoline You never talk the little queen You look like Ian Gillian But I bet you couldn't scream It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back God's not coming back God's... not... coming... back God's... not... coming... back