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.
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