Blueline Medic Cathedral Lyrics

Cathedral Lyrics

Seventy-two now and as mad as they come,

but even so, now on occasion
there's a few come and help.

Put a crucifix, a portico just like there is
at the white house

but the stain still needs more glass.

I think
more of red than I could see anything else.

It's one of the arguments in
the caf for small talk of a town.

I'm no engineer they say, I'm no
architect they say,

as if they dont already argue enough for

it's
such a lonely order that I've taken on my own;

that in a house you helped
to build.

I suppose you're guaranteed a room,

how should it matter
being better held together?

The rains have proved as only they can more
for faith than mortar.

I want it left to the diocese

but that idiot
that a bishop be so ungrateful,

like it was some dislocated eyesore;

so near and not to see it finished.

The holy college seeks only to
adjust it

and put out of place my columns but no,

they wouldn't be
found dead helping me dig out the crypt.

I didn't need elevations
then.

I'm not looking for them now, not for all the small talk in a
town.

Neither sane nor fool enough is the good word going round.

I
built the cathedral almost on my own.

It stands in a house you helped to
build.

You're guaranteed of a place to be.