LUKE ROUNTREE

Lyrics

I’ve got me an ark before the firmament is broken
I’ve got a signal flare in case the boat starts sinking
I got one good sail and one good pail
Riding slowly across the ocean’s gale
A smoking engine we pray don’t fail
I got trapeze net contracts the priest were selling them at the circus
I also marched down the center aisle they said repenting’s not our style
They gave me miracles and spirituals of how they fit 50 clowns into one convertible
But soon they all got political
But I got an aching in my heart
From playing this religion games
You see I’m still trying before I go-a dying
I got one last idea frying
That I can make my own narrow way
I’ve got a kick drum steaming
And a Wembley chorus line
I’ve got skinny LED jean harmonies that will blow your mind
I’ve been sprinkled baptized ‘til I was wrinkled
Even got ink fish tattooed to my fingers
Got my hands raised just like a preacher
But I got an aching in my heart
From playing this religion game
You see I’m still trying before I go-a dying
I got one last idea frying
That I can make my own narrow way
Without you