I got the message in my mailbox

Nobody goes to church no more

They're closing down your little altar

They've locked the sanctuary door



Don't fight it

Who can say that you didn't try

Don't fight it

Old soldiers never die



Where will i go to leave my offering

To think about how life's so queer

And listen to the little choir

The sermon i don't care to hear



Don't fight it

Who can say that it's not the end

Don't fight it

And if we don't meet again

I know somewhere a monument

Stands in the name of our love

Somewhere are monuments

Standing in the name of our love



I've seen such strange times

Seems like lifetimes

Sometimes good and sometimes bad

And i don't see how it could

Have been much different

Everybody gave the best they had




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