I don't want to sing the blues,
and I don't want to hear bad news.
I just want to run and shout,
and get rid of all my doubt.
Bring the noise, bring the Gospel.
I want to have a good time;
I want to taste some new wine.
I need to come out of the rain;
I don't want to feel any more pain.
Bring the noise, bring the Gospel.
I'm hungry to hear God's Word,
and I know it needs to be heard.
I know when my soul's getting weak,
and I need to hear God speak.
Bring the noise, bring the Gospel.
I just want to hear the stories
of the faithful gone to glory;
and I want to sing their songs,
and to right a few of my wrongs.
Bring the noise, bring the gospel.
I pray for the strength to let go,
let God and be blessed.
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