The Church Street Saint Leads The Marching Band For Truth Songtext
von Kye Alfred Hillig

A coal mining town- back when I was young
Followed a trail of crumbs to get to know someone
Like if I said my prayers I could raise belief
But the castles′ flies just crushed beneath my feet

And on Church Street you asked for the truth
Well ok, I grew up and I grew out of you
And I'm too tired to lend a hand
Or raise a trumpet in your marching band
But go on raise your baton again

Drank the cooler clean- stumbled up the stairs
Listening for a clue- it was never there
And when the curtain fell it landed on me
Not that you would have seen (No, not that you wold have seen)


And on Church Street you asked for the truth
Well ok, I grew up and I grew out of you
And I′m too tired to lend a hand
Or raise a trumpet in your marching band
But go on raise your baton again

And now your door unlocks for almost any key
You put the birds in a cage- now all they do is scream
You're the decade's ghost who′s only here-
To shake a finger at love before you disappear

And on Church Street you asked for the truth
Well ok, I grew up and I grew out of you
And I′m too tired to lend a hand
Or raise a trumpet in your marching band
But go on raise your baton again

And in your room of mirrors I saw a million Me's
Oh! What a sad army (Oh, what a sad army)
But they don′t throw parades for the way I think
They just hang me high or they sit and blink


And on Church Street you asked for the truth
Well ok, I grew up and I grew out of you
And I'm too tired to lend a hand
Or raise a trumpet in your marching band
But go on raise your baton again