There's a row of houses Baptized by mediatrix Designed for the deaf But the water has no effect A door left open For a man who was smoking The light hit his forehead Another figure in the shade Waving their hands like wands Shaping the words with their mouths Waving their hands like wands Shaping the words, shaping the words There's a Sunday Social To stare off the silence The soldier and the shell Staring for the church's bell At twenty past six There's a Ma** for the mute And who doesn't need the solace Before a week's worth of strife? Waving their hands like wands Shaping the words with their mouths Waving their hands like wands Shaping the words, shaping the words Our Lady of Lourdes Your lips distract me Waving their hands like wands Shaping the words with their mouths Waving their hands like wands Your lips distract me