Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
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 Gillan
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
God’s Not Coming Back was written by Alex Dickson & Bruce Dickinson.