Dean Cutsforth - The Man Who Swapped His Drink For a Straw lyrics

I want a chapel, high on a hill I want a choir who will harmonize on cue Your grand cathedral, miles higher still Shakes from the tattle of the discord that we spew I want the dressings, and I need the flair I need the form before the function is discussed You strip me down, my soul is bare Unveil my embers as they fall and turn to dust And I need more before I've even had a few I am a man of brittle fabric And all my seams come loose So why should a plan of dismal tactics And all my dreams come true And I am a man who would trade his drink for a straw I want a friendship with other dean I'd like to know you how the rest of them think you are 'cause I know the real you You're sight unseen Please listen to my words, and not this nice guitar And I am more than just a little undeserving I am a man of fickle standing And all my thoughts recede Do do do do And I never can predict my landing 'cause all my dross impedes Do do do do And I am a man who would trade his feet for a chair Swaps, got, want, need Had a dream Split the seam wide Open my mouth to sing Songs of dichotomy And you, we're one But I, I I am a man of brittle fabric And all my seams come loose Do do do do So why should a plan of dismal tactics And all my dreams come true Do do do do And I am a man who would trade his drink for a straw