Song parody of
A Town Called Chapel (Radio Version)
by Leon Frear
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This world is full of freaks and fools, on that you can depend.
When people hold their asses up so high above than their heads.
They set their hearts to dying, watched as their children bled.
Then cried their eyes for putting out the fires in their beds.
This world is full of saints ya’ know, you can find ‘em anywhere.
Shiny Knights and maids with practiced ribbons in their hair.
But when the weather’s stormy, tears in rain will disappear.
Men of rusted armor rescue maids with matted hair.
I can see it by the pock marks that the money’s got you down.
You can see it in the bottom of the jigger that I drown.
I’d visit you more often but I don’t really get around.
Well I do OK for Chapel but I can’t leave this town.
Yeah I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.
The world is full of thinkers, or so everybody thought.
You think as much as you can walk in shoes you never bought.
The shoes that you’ve been walking in have really been around.
But You do OK for someone who could never settle down.
I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.
This world is full of drunks and fools. You know, let’s not pretend.
I walk the streets among them, yeah you know they’re all my friends...
The sneaks, the squirms, the creeps, the sperms all crawling on the ground.
- Yeah I do OK for Chapel babe but I can’t leave this town.
Yeah, I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town
I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town..
Yeah, I do OK for Chapel. I gotta leave this town.
This world is full of freaks and fools, on that you can depend.
When people hold their asses up so high above than their heads.
They set their hearts to dying, watched as their children bled.
Then cried their eyes for putting out the fires in their beds.
This world is full of saints ya’ know, you can find ‘em anywhere.
Shiny Knights and maids with practiced ribbons in their hair.
But when the weather’s stormy, tears in rain will disappear.
Men of rusted armor rescue maids with matted hair.
I can see it by the pock marks that the money’s got you down.
You can see it in the bottom of the jigger that I drown.
I’d visit you more often but I don’t really get around.
Well I do OK for Chapel but I can’t leave this town.
Yeah I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.
The world is full of thinkers, or so everybody thought.
You think as much as you can walk in shoes you never bought.
The shoes that you’ve been walking in have really been around.
But You do OK for someone who could never settle down.
I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.
This world is full of drunks and fools. You know, let’s not pretend.
I walk the streets among them, yeah you know they’re all my friends...
The sneaks, the squirms, the creeps, the sperms all crawling on the ground.
- Yeah I do OK for Chapel babe but I can’t leave this town.
Yeah, I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town
I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town..
Yeah, I do OK for Chapel. I gotta leave this town.
