He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in

She said "i'm a teacher here. i teach the children."

And he wondered to himself then and there the things he could learn from her

A great might wonder



Think of the names you once called me in anger

Remember the sadness in florence ballard's eyes

Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger

Bread of heaven



Seems like nothing goes right

In the world that we were born in

But the horizon is bright

Yonder comes the morning



Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven

Down in the garden they're changing sticks into snakes

And the jangle of religious medals would put

The fear of god into an angel

Come all ye faithful



Their baby came home to them an unmarried mother

They wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt

But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value

Help of the helpless



Looks like a drift to the right

For the world we were born in

But the horizon is bright

Yonder comes the morning