Chapel Song

Well there goes my girl Into the chapel Now she's walking down the aisle And it feels just like a mile And I shake shake shake like a leaf And I'm lyin' lyin' lyin' through my teeth I got a pocket full of handshakes And it don't mean nothin' There goes my girl Into the chapel Now she's walking down the aisle And her man begins to smile And I shake, shake, shake like a leaf And I'm lyin', lyin', lyin' through my teeth I'm a bowl of bruised fruit Inside a chapel of shiny apples Tear up the photograph! 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph! 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph! 'Cause it's a bright blue sky Tear up the photograph! 'Cause it's a bright blue sky