Testo di My New Church

Without names without homes A crowd of people walks alone My new church the walls are bare I'm alone too, but I live there And I need no comfort there I need not come up for air Take my name but leave my chair Why ask me why when I warned you where In my church, there are many things to do (x4) Harum Scarum, chicken shack Bible bunk bed lyin' on its back You think in words and all your thoughts are said But your mouth is not your head Some are blindfolded and led Some are maimed by time wasted Take my rap but leave my bed My congregation believes you dead