Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above,
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night,
It's not somebody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.