New beginnings, we’re here to rejoice
and bounce this rubble to the roof
through the floorboards ghosts harmonize
all the way through the homily

Robbing the collection plate
To pay Peter and Paul
Taking the jesus from the cradle
Throwing together with crescent and dradel

Spin the dradel and where it points
Nobody knows, nobody cares
The fun is in the spinning
The game equals spinning

Sprinkle the incense-dust
Like it were alms for the poor
All arms, all fire
Too tired to unarm before the funeral pyre

Listen close and you will hear
The urchin choir of the New World Church
Somewhat oriental in nature
Having been left in the lurch

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