Passed the old church on the edge of town Trailways bus was right on time Passed your uncle's store on main street His old truck was parked outside Everything
Stabbed in the chest he went down swinging Someone from some other part of town No one even seen it coming down And you don't hear no church bells ringing
reigns now and forever And His enemies will run for sure The church will stand, she will endure He holds the keys of life, our Lord Death has no stake, no final
any I had seen in college She said, "I love to smoke and drink, while cursing like a sailor" I asked her where she got her mouth, and if she had a tailor Finally
the rest Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries High above, you can hear the church bells start to ring And as the heaviness, oh the heaviness
Like the toupee on a fading fame The final whistle in a losing game Thick lipstick on a five year old girl It makes you think that it's a plastic world
love of God May their eyes be made to see Give me the opportunity to share the truth that sets them free And may unity in all things Be the banner of Your church
are part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' Look
part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' Look at
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon And I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear
As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all
saving me I've seen a lone, Sloane ranger drive Seems her chauffeur took a dive And sold her secrets to the sun And later in a magazine I finally figured
me to finally bring you flowers Lord, I?d take your place in this field of stone if I only had the power Look what it took for me to finally bring you
After some time I've finally made up my mind She is the girl and I really want to make her mine I'm searching everywhere to find her again To tell her
a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town Well, I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church
take the train to midtown To have coffee by yourself Pull the pictures from the drawer Put them back up on the shelf When you hear the sound of church
So with that, I thought I'd take a final walk The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all talk