my new church

without names without homes

a crowd of people walks alone

my new church the walls are bare

i'm alone too

but i live there

and i need no comfort there

i need not come up for air

take my name but leave my chair

why ask me why when i warned you where

in my church

there are many things to do

harum scarum

chicken shack

bible bunk bed lyin' on its back

you think in words and all your thoughts are said

but your mouth is not your head

some are blindfolded and led

some are maimed by time wasted

take my rap but leave my bed

my congregation believes you dead