Hymn for the Dudes - Mott The Hoople

God ain’t jive

For I can see his love

As it runs alive

And one by one

Through fields of rusted wire

The war has just begun

Ohhhhh

Cross over shame like the wise dove

Who cares not for fame, just for shy love

And rejoice for the king ain’t lost his throne, oh no

He’s still here, you are not alone

Correct your heads

For there’s a new song rising

High above the waves

Go write your time

Go sing it on the streets

Go tell the world, but you go brave

Oh my

Sweet instant Christian, you are such a sly clown

Too many questions, no replies now

And rejoice for the king ain’t lost his throne, oh no

He’s still here, you are not alone

I got an idea

Go tell the superstar

All his hairs are turning grey

Star-spangled fear

As all the people disappear

The limelight fades away

'Cos if you think you are a star

For so long they’ll come from near and far

But you’ll forget just who you are (yes you will)

You ain’t the Naz

You’re just a buzz

Some kinda temporary

Cross over shame

Like the wise dove

Who cares not for fame

Just for shy love

Ohhhhh

My sweet instant Christian, you are such a sly clown

Too many questions, no replies now

And rejoice for the king ain’t lost his throne.

oh no

He’s still here, and you are not alone

You are not alone