A Church You’ll find there a church That was a house before, Before a woman knelt down In the kitchen and prayed. She was worried about her son. The authorities had told her They couldn’t promise They could protect him, Like a kid who keeps getting picked up On the wrong side of town. Of course she knelt Facing the hearth, Where the altar is now. They hung her son on the wall Like a painting, if you drove The nails into the canvas. They turned her into a statue And put her in the corner. Mothers pray to her To protect their sons, But all she wants is To make hers some soup.
A Church
A Church
A Church
A Church You’ll find there a church That was a house before, Before a woman knelt down In the kitchen and prayed. She was worried about her son. The authorities had told her They couldn’t promise They could protect him, Like a kid who keeps getting picked up On the wrong side of town. Of course she knelt Facing the hearth, Where the altar is now. They hung her son on the wall Like a painting, if you drove The nails into the canvas. They turned her into a statue And put her in the corner. Mothers pray to her To protect their sons, But all she wants is To make hers some soup.