Athenian Banquet Hall Church
Music and Lyrics: Chuck Baker
We'd head on down on a bright Sunday morning
To mop up the weekly bachelor's hoorah
We'd hang up the banners to cover the nakedness
Won't you flip on the microphone and let it hum till he bellows
Till he bellows out over their heads
I watched with amazement and I listened attentively
Felt the heat of the bodies that were lured there by guilt
Let me weave through the spider legs of this great cathedral
Won't you let me steal a kiss at the picnic today
Let me own this
Let me take pride in this
Let me own this
Let me question your presence
The moments of silence are broken by the hum
The bowed heads are bobbing for the fruit of their thoughts
When you held the golden spade, yeah it shone in the sunshine
And you buried the distance between land and lot
Let me own this
Let me take pride in this
Let me own this
Let me question your presence
No here I stand for you on a cool Friday evening
To mop up the weekly creative block
I've hung out my banners to cover my nakedness
Won't you flip on the microphone and let it hum till I bellow
Till I bellow out over your heads