Opening the Hymnal
Welcome one and welcome all
To our small town
The lyrics are the exit and the roses are the same?
Inside this town, you’ll find the guilt
That fills the quarry of the residents residing in
14 hymns for the heathen…
1st hymn – the son of God complex
2nd hymn…
Babies
Now baby, baby this world must seem so minced compared to the womb
And baby, bay your head must seem so much smaller than you assumed
Your whole world seems to center around you, it’d be easy to make the mistake
That maybe you’re why the world was made…
Baby, baby, baby, you learn so fast you seem to carry a special gift
Maybe you’ve been given to this world to make a difference
Such illusions we all struggle with
But the beautiful truth of it is…
This is all we are, we simply exist
You’re not the chosen one
I’m not the chosen one
But we don’t need anyone
Lets chose any one