I was in need I lay my head in sorrow I'm like a bow from a cello My corruptions, they cut me deep I felt my self get off my knees And I walked into the doors of the chapel I saw their faces all around I could almost hear the sound Of their hearts echoing Of their hearts pounding
And they turned me away And they turned me away Love your stage. Love your money. Love your alter. Love your cage. Love your Sunday. Make no fault here. Love your people. Love your god. Love your bell. Love your steeple. You are gods. Go to Hell.
