The Virgin Jerry - After the Albatross
Who reads the paper anymore
Who knows what's happening anymore
Holy intruder, please leave your shoes at the door
If we're here come Sunday, your knock will deliver our souls
The locusts are returning to the hills
Insecticide replacing oval pills
Surrender all your sons too hard to fill
They're treating us like human beings still
Oleanders, fall on the endless grey shores
Sands of strangers, push and pull out through the floors
Holy intruder, please leave your shoes at the door
If we're here come Sunday, your knock will deliver our souls
Written by:
Franklin Brady
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