Faith in the City

I've got a job in the city One, two, three, four There's no god in the city Uncle Noel's got cancer in his brain Uncle Noel's got cancer in his lungs and his brain I thought it would tear that man apart Luckily, uncle Noel's got Jesus in his heart I'm an Aquarius One, two, three, four Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord), hey There's no jobs in the city Mike lost one-hundred and sixteen months Allegedly all because of Benedictine monks Bucky couldn't help him find a job Luckily Mikey found himself at peace with God I'm evangelical One, two, three, four Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord) Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)