tie noodle

Welcome to the church of St God

please sit where you may

We are a humble flock but

In a sea of rice,

each grain is the same

Be it white rice,

or brown rice

Or fried rice

With scrambled eggs

Rice is rice to jesus

To jesus, it’s all the same

The lord led us up this alleyway

Gave us the Laundromat

to keep us’selves warm

And a couple of fine Rest-ronts

A’wit some convenient kitchen doors

(Used to be more…

Used to be four - shut down since

ain’t here no more)

Then the Lord said

to tie noodles

day old dinner rolls

Salmon

On the mound

and life was good

That’s what he told us

Got no incentive to tell us a lie
Once he started ramblin’

you believe you can fly
from here

That’s the reason

He said he called us

 

No tricky explanation

The very explicit direction

That’s what the Lord told us

Right before he died

Was Dude, Ron, an’ Me

He just say
Go find out why

The city pick up his body

took The Lord away

Maybe we should said something

But at the time…

ain’t nothing easy to say

but a shame just the same

We wait since

That blessed day

In this dark place

Spreadin his word

and sharin’ his joy.

Cheerin our souls

You can hear his children say

Pitter patter

Down the alley

All you gotta do is listen

Chill the hush

as The LORD

he comin' down

this way

we are blessed

as he pass by

body steaming

in the cold morning light

but then that one day

he just crumbled
died, and...

just went away.

there's not a night not go by, someone don’t scream his name, echo down these walls. Like the cries for mercy rising from Hell as souls are being sucked under. 


Which they are and which it is.