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  1. Walls Are Pages
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Lyrics

Walls are Pages
(featuring: Chloe Charles)
There’s an old wood church on the water down here
where the headstones date two hundred years
a steepled tower with a broken bell
where some village punk wrote GO TO HELL
(every Sunday at high noon you can hear somebody laughing)

A long black car out back by a pile of tires
it's a chicken coup now with baling wires
tagged in red upon that hearse
GOD IS DEAD AND THE CHICKEN CAME FIRST

Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages
Whoa walls are pages
Whoa for the prophet of the ages

(let me tell you something)
The master only works at night
you gotta do a little wrong to make things right

The red brick school was a Jesuit station
where they took all the kids from the reservation
broke their souls in the name of Christ
now a painting on the wall of an eagle in flight
(sometimes a picture’s worth a thousand souls)

A cenotaph by the government dock
with the names of the heroes carved in rock
a rusty tug stuck on the shore
where the village punk wrote KILL WAR

The master only works at night
you gotta do a little wrong to make things right

There’s an old wood church on the water down here
the headstones date two hundred years
a steepled tower with a broken bell
where the village punk wrote GO TO HELL