God Lives Upstairs Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

There was this man 

And he lived on the seashore 

The house with the steel door 

You passed it on the way 

To where you are 

He stares at the sand 

Through his bedroom window 

Which shakes as the wind blows 

Through the passing tail fins 

Of your car 

Nothing matters anymore 

If it does, he doesn't care 

The devil lives below him 

God lives upstairs, God lives upstairs 

He's trying to sleep 

It's so hard in the daylight 

Impossible at night 

Between those neighbors 

Driving him insane 

Footsteps from above 

Downstairs it's all night parties 

And it's drink up, my hearties 

They're stoking up 

The furnace once again 

Nothing matters anymore 

If it does, he doesn't care 

The devil lives below him 

God lives upstairs, God lives upstairs 

He hasn't a prayer 

Between the heated floorboards 

And the quiet guy on the third floor 

Who never even picks up all his mail 

He knows where it goes 

Downstairs is stealing 

He stares at the ceiling 

He knows that all he has to do is fail 

Nothing matters anymore 

If it does, he doesn't care 

The devil lives below him 

God lives upstairs 

God lives up there 

The devil lives below him 

God lives upstairs