Palace Brothers - (I Was Drunk at The) Pulpit lyrics

I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song The pews creaked and shifted as they turned to watch me leave And I pulled a little bottle from the pocket in my sleeve The sunlight was stronger to my church-dark widened eyes Than the light which had blinded me with Christ's own half-lies Yes mid-sunday morning, my old playmates sat Round a stumble stained table, Christopher spat And he kicked out a chair and showed me to sit Then they started back singing in that sh**-smelling pit They were grinning and dribbling with comforted heads Their wives were in church or at home and in beds Well I s**ed down a cupful and God shone within In a red earthen mask, and I saw where I'd been was a palace of sin. Let them abstain on unbucking high horses Poor wooden structures which merely eye courses That these log heads run just to find some respite In the whiskey-induced holy unending night Yes I thought I saw new light, the black one which dimmed The bleach garments with which mingled pee on stained rims Oh the church songs they paled next to this fiery chorus Composed from a living depth especially for us There were arms linked in sympathy, gilded the glaring Of these bloated companions, who hid 'neath their swearing Some need for another, kin to brother lust, Which coarse words and music, was faith and less trust Yes I saw a dependence, an inherent weakness Within walls which hid sunlight and hindered all frankness That floor there supported what souls couldn't stand On their own in their own eyes, to hint they are men Who are slave to their vision but to that alone Yes each of them cloistered fear of being alone Wherever folks gather, to imply a rule, They are each one a sinner, each one a fool For if I drink my whiskey, and if I sing a song I have no breast companion, a-trailing along To imagine a sharing of burdens I earned To steal from the embers i strove so to burn God is one's corpus, and Jesus one's blood The world is within you, without is of mud...