I swear to god the potato's gonna kill us
Edward Tylor's got me pegged
Terrified of the little sunny ripe tomato
Upon which our lives depend
You've got a temple past your temple
There's no mass in the empty pew
You said your body is a temple
Do you know yet what you're praying to?
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
In the dug-out chapel
Besieged by rambling field
Holy turret, hollow headstone
Where the dandelions kneel
I sat opposite a gated Mary
She touched my collarbone
I thought that I was so good at being solitary
When I lacked the grace to be alone
There's a temple past my temple
I've no mass in the empty pew
If my body is a temple
Then who should I be praying to?
I never know who I'm praying to
I never know what I'm praying to
I never know
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Alle