Lyrics:
I used to live in new york city
Every thing there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said 12:30
Young
In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you
A storm to break steeples is nigh
I feel it in my deviant pathology
The autumn leaves no longer sigh
But instead hiss a virulent cacophony
and why so shy in front of people It's on top of a steeple that
I belong far from the maddening crowd as far as I am allowed far from the
maddening crowd
people
I'm stuck full of needles like a fucking Saw sequel
I'm praying at the steeple, I'm never going legal
I got a room where my weed grow, it's bigger
She said, "You always had a way with people"
"A way of letting them leave"
My hands could be the church to your fingers' steeple
But you talk so
In my younger years
I found You beneath the steeple
In the faces of Your people
Could hear You in the hymns
In my younger years
Then later on
I
in a steeple
Used to bind You in a Book
I used to take You like prescription
Without knowing what I took
But now I just don't buy it anymore
No,
climb to the highest steeple
And tell the world he's mine.
'Til he holds me
I wait impatiently.
Where the boys are,
Where the boys are,
Where
Jesus is my kind of people Jesus is my kind of people
My hearts my church my faith and my steeple Jesus is my my kind of people
He walks with me
at the steeple, it's midnight
Unhappy people, it's ringing with joy
It's ringing with cheer
'Cause yesterday's gone
Tomorrow is near
Midnight, the heart is
climb to the highest steeple
And tell the world he's mine.
'Til he holds me
I wait impatiently.
Where the boys are,
Where the boys are,
Where
Complication
Bite your lip, and take a trip
Though there may be wet road ahead
And you cannot slip
Just move on up for peace you will find
Into the steeple
the leather jacket
That's me at the steeple
Rock and roll, here's the church
Rock and roll, here's the people
And we're all evil
Always wanting something new
sterile life
(Antiseptic ways)
I don't care
But I lie
Never feel
Never try
Empty people
Empty steeple
If all the oppotunists
& leaders of men
Were forced
Saint Patrick was a gentleman and
He came from decent people
In Dublin town he built a church
And on it put a steeple
His father was a Callaghan
His
There's nothing so quare as
This four-faced old clock
There's a clock in old Dublin
That stands on a steeple
Proud and erect with four faces so tall
While
I'll be the church, you be the steeple
You be the king, I'll be the people
Well I was feeling such a mess I thought you'd leave me behind
Well I
,records my mind,
Twisted agenda, align my spine
Whose got the steeples, the people and scepters,
the rocks on the beaches, the angles the vectors.
Who
the church and dwelled in the steeple
Say I'm keen to bring the power to the people
Yes, these are the confessions of a psycho cat
These are the confessions
the monuments
And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore
Then they used to hurt
Race the ramparts high
'neath the canopy of lies as it were
Amidst
the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle
Cannonball the fiddle cove, ooh la la
With the pork steeple,
If I get you in the loop
When I make a point to be
underneath the steeple in town
I'll still make time for them, but as for right now
I want my honky tonk friends
Nobody really understands me like them
I
obstacles
Estafette, you can bet my timing is phenomenal
Steeple-chase with the bass, tempo, ain't a turtle
He trips over pebbles, I take rhymes
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