High Upon the Church Grounds (Live at Old Vic)

I get high on the church grounds

The wind in my hair, the sun on the

Head on a bench or behind the stairs

We get high on the church grounds

The men of God stay in their candlelit box as we unleash hell

I love the sunny days and our mortal

Decay as we watch the church crumble away

I have one hand on my heart and one hand in the

Dark as I search the room throbbing for you

The drugs get dealt, the cocks get felt on the church grounds

The saints over my head defend the innocent and the weak of heart

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I get high when I hear the church bells

The ringing leads me to repeat its meaning and then to a song

A song that warms my heart as it moves around and about

It has a voice singing and a guitar ringing a fateful song

We stand high on the church grounds

Holy instruments we call in funny play the strangest songs

Oh, the strange song has drums and bombs blowing up in the back

The saints over my head bring the song to an end as they sing along

The song that warms my heart, yeah, it moves around and about

It has a voice singing and a guitar ringing a fateful song

Oh

Yeah

This strange song has drums and bombs blowing up and about

The saints over my head bring the song to an end as they sing along

Oh

Yeah