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Eve of Deconstruction

The Buffalo church, it is implodin' Rhetoric flarin', parishes unloadin' We're good enough to give, but have no say in votin' You don't believe in division, but what's that decree your totin' You fired our trustees and now you're gloatin' But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction Don't you understand what we're tryin' to say? And can't you feel the fears we're feelin' today? If the buildings gone, many souls will drift away How you gonna save them before they reach the grave Take a look around you, oye, it's bound to scare you, oye And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction Yeah, we are so mad, about this devastation We're sittin' here just contemplatin' Yes you claim your truth, but twist your regulations Handful of prelates don't pass legislation And merging alone can't bring integration When parishioner respect is disintegratin' This Die-or-Cease is just too frustratin' And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction Think of all the hate there is against religion Then take a look around to that which you are creatin' Ah, you may go on retreat, for days of grace But when you return, it's the same old place The flappin' of the gums, the pride Mass of disgrace You can bury your deeds, but don't leave a trace Close our next door parish, tell us how we rate And tell me over and over and over again, my friend You don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of deconstruction

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