Wedding Feast Of The Lamb: First Movement

I sleep soundly with my wife

My children never fight

And I wake happy, wash my body

Being careful to make sure I'm sex-free

With smiles that linger, rings on fingers

Feel the power of a perfect figure

Then off to work to earn the dollars

I give to those in need of liquor

To help them numb themselves

I sing softly to myself

The very words others yell

I tried to get angry, I raised my voice daily

But nothing could move me to raise banners and scream

So I'll try harder, give blood, give water

Give skin to those burning with desire

And play with children, sing with the choir

And offer my prayers to the little flower

To save us from the fire

I'll die smiling, turn toward heaven

Sing some old songs and claim my crown

Then I'll go to find someone I've been waiting

To talk with since I read The Habit of Being

She'll tell me her story of sorrow and suffering

She'll tell me it's so sad the way you've been acting

For we are surrounded by thousands of liars

That sing lovely songs in a river of fire

That flows from the hand of the Father