Sanctuaries

When all the business offices shut down And every bank in town has closed their doors There are two places that will welcome you in That’s all of the churches and the liquor stores. When calamity and disaster fill the streets And even atheists think the end draws near There’ll be an open chapel to go pray for salvation And a man behind a counter to sell you some beer. In this age of terrorists and suitcase nukes It should be comforting to know That both the pious Saint and gin soaked sinner Will have some place familiar to go. Come Armageddon this you can hope in Cathedrals and booze merchants surely will be open So in the last day get saved or drunk, Whatever you chose don’t forget though; If you want fortified wine or cheap malt liquor You’ll still have to drive down to the ghetto.