Forty days you've been tired and tempted,
Forty nights you've been out in the cold,
Every phoneline conversation's been intercepted,
And you can't reconnect 'cos the frequency is closed.
So many miles you've been out of direction,
So many signs but you ain't got nowhere to go.
Your cadillac's got it's lights disconnected,
Rolling your wheels down the wrong side of the road.
Can you see them now
Can you see them now
Can you see the sisters swinging?
Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
So damn long since we sung the song,
Let's go back to church.
Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
Anyday now, anyway anyhow,
Let's go back to church.
You drank the wine but it tastes like water.
You broke the bread but it had turned to stone.
Your sacrement it lay scattered on the pavement
The covenants you kept have all been stolen and sold.
But you can see them now
You can see them now
You can see the sisters swinging.
You can hear them now
You can hear them now
You can hear the brothers singing
2 comments:
I would have thought you'd had about thirty five thousand invites to church by now...It's a good piece Lori, a very good one in fact...now go back and use punctuation.
Actually I thought I gave credit to the artist. Alabama 3. They wrote the theme song to The Sopranos. Alot of the music they write is political, spiritual etc. Very eclectic. The number of invites is about 35. The worst part is when they come in the restaurant on Sunday and I am waiting on the pastors. Oh vey, the guilt.
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