Lyrics:
the other,
four of the fighting machines appeared.
Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple,
striding over pine trees and smashing them.
Walking
head
High time and high water drowing out
Just drowing out the words I said
Like kings and princes in their steeple
It all looks good from where they
just speaking your name
In the wood by the church yard
We run with the devil
The steeple looks down on us in vain
Despair and desire thrown into the fire
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
of bone
But an angel guards the garden
I killed men in blue [?] new life in crystal wells
In every town, the broken-hearted rang their steeple bells
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
Strip mall is calling
Can you hear the people
Wearing wal-mart clothes
Into church steeples
Mom and dad are normal
Everyone eats white bread
That's
You know it sounds better in the long run,
where your words and symbols stack up into the night
Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own
I'm just a vessel, far away, I see you
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people
Want every thought
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
and they hate the jive
It's a church though it don't have a steeple
They're the ones who know what this life is
Down here they step out
They don't care
or peoples
Money, Funny pedestals for Fools who never pay
Raise your Army--Choose your Steeple
Don't be shy, the satellites can look the other way
Lose
or peoples
Money, funny pedestals for fools who never pay
Raise your army, choose your steeple
Don't be shy, the satellites can look the other way
Lose
the
Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple
Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people
Now I say though
What you try to do to me?
It seems
I'm searching for an old church steeple
Where inside you'll find people
Who live their lives unashamed
And they ain't afraid to say God's name
As I drive over by the steeple, by the hill
The rain is gone, the night is new
The constellations are coming out again
And it's all for you
All for
reviled, exiled from sight
And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple
of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
Cause I'm a Market
And every steeple
In the three church town
Was ringing with shame
People whispered like rain
Of the baby but no wedding gown
So climb aboard,
the
Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple
Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people
Now I say though
What you try to do to me?
It seems
I'll proclaim you to the father
If you proclaim me to the people
My father said, "Church, it's in your heart, son"
You don't always need a steeple
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
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