Cathedral

The cathedral
Pay as you enter
Begging at the door
Which god are you under and what for
Do you need to be so big
I bet the poor had to dig
Candles light the way
Crowds in disarray
So many feel reassured
And so self procured
Hush be quiet
In the presence of a giant
I can see the people try to understand
Why we are taken from this land
Is it the preacher in the pulpit
That makes us believe all of it
He's the biggest hypocrite of the century
All made up in his finery
Likes the boys in the choir
To feed some selfish desire
Peace and harmony are all right
Don't need to look above for pure sight
The best bit about your height
Is the music made for our delight
And do you need to be so big
I bet the poor had to dig
The best bit about your height
Is the music made for our delight
So on my way out
I will drop a coin in the cup
For the the lady with the pup
The cathedral



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