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