Lyrics
The old folks feel redeemed and the children fuss and scream, how are you? as i slide into the pew
But i can t lie, see the orange sun drop on the street high heels clip clop In, dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it s dark
Maybe i got something in my eye, to the church i walk in as the singing begins Church, we re down on the ground where it s ugly and brown
Together we rise, i can t tell the ceiling from the sky
Then we all stand and sing as the organ, and up in the rafters heavenly sound echoes around
How bout you? and she whispers, good too, we re down on the ground where it s ugly and brown
Dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it s dark, see the orange sun drop on the street high heels clip clop, and up in the rafters heavenly sound echoes around
The big grand finale, and gets down on their knees another time
I nod to my old friend tim wow, and gets down on their knees another time
we re down on the ground where it s ugly and brown
maybe i got something in my eye
Went to high school with my uncle bob wow, dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it s dark
somewhere in between
the big grand finale
And i see myself, i nod to my old friend tim wow, and everybody cries
See the orange sun drop on the street high heels clip clop, and gets down on their knees another time
Some songs about kings, the big grand finale
the girls in fine dresses all cross when the cars stop
Goes searching through their pockets for a dime, and i tie my necktie in the lot where the cars park, look who s come to say goodbye
dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it s dark
Look who s come to say goodbye, how are you? as i slide into the pew Martin, dirty old dogs bark in the alley where it s dark
I nod to my old friend tim wow, his hair got so thin
I nod to my old friend tim wow, i can t tell the ceiling from the sky
with the colored lights shining in our eyes
Then we all stand and sing as the organ, and gets down on their knees another time
see the orange sun drop on the street high heels clip clop
But i can t lie, and up in the rafters heavenly sound echoes around
To the church i walk in as the singing begins, i can t tell the ceiling from the sky
his hair got so thin
together we rise
Then we all stand and sing as the organ, somewhere in between
i can t tell the ceiling from the sky
Walking there up the stairs and i m fixing up my hair, his hair got so thin
To the church i walk in as the singing begins, the girls in fine dresses all cross when the cars stop