Morning in the Bath Abbey

作曲 : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ...

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst

I take comfort here, hanging with the dead

Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head

And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds

I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst

Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse

The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts

Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the roof

I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst

I take comfort here, hanging with the dead

Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head

And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds

I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst

Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse

The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts

Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the rof

I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like shit and reek of booze

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in

On the back of the organ's reedy din

Here where the concert choirs rehearse

Here where dead poets wax their worst