Spirit Of The West - Morning In The Bath Abbey lyrics

I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst I take comfort here, hanging with the dead Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the roof I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like sh** and reek of booze I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst I take comfort here, hanging with the dead Sticks, stones, buried bones soothe my sorry head And as I curse and dig around for the minimum two pounds I'm forced to drop a fiver in; it hits the plate without a sound I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst Lives tallied up, chiseled out in one pathetic verse The crap epitaph brings up a phlemy laugh so hard it hurts Outside cats and dogs await, they're bouncing off the rof I'm dry amonst the rows of pews, look like like sh** and reek of booze I feel so gentle that the lord seeps in On the back of the organ's reedy din Here where the concert choirs rehearse Here where dead poets wax their worst