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Matthew Herbert
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It started with the moon That turned an inexpensive room Into Saint Peter's There's a parabolic story But it's boring and it ends How you'd expect Forever dressing down I'm like a stranger hanging round Outside the Kingdom Hall I'd have carried your wedding shawl You could have said I was a school friend
And you drag your holy horse-cart In the sky. When I wake up They say it's just the sun But I know that face
Excavating down You'd find the drowning And the drowned And then there's us babe You could walk to our memorial But its pouring And it ends how you'd expect I dig your dresses out and hang them Roundabout the house And turn the lights down low Now you're everywhere I go Looking faintly disappointed
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And you drag your holy horse-cart In the sky. When I wake up They say it's just the sun But I know that face
And the devil's tricks Just seem to sit so light on you. They'd never get the marionette This tight on you In the parliamentary houses there'll be talk of what this is With an expert witnesses And evidence against us But I'll take my pound of substance From those insubstantial men Whatever their arguments I'll prove your innocence
Drag your holy horse-cart in the sky When I wake up - oh yeah! Testify allegiance with more puncture wounds than Jesus Oh yeah! Every statue's weeping, honey and it makes my sight go funny Cuz I'm over sympathetic And I can't control myself Leave that painful memory in the garden of gethsemane! Oh yeah!
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