Temple

I swear to god the potato's gonna kill us Edward Tylor's got me pegged Terrified of the little sunny ripe tomato Upon which our lives depend You've got a temple past your temple There's no mass in the empty pew You said your body is a temple Do you know yet what you're praying to? Hallelujah Hallelujah In the dug-out chapel Besieged by rambling field Holy turret, hollow headstone Where the dandelions kneel I sat opposite a gated Mary She touched my collarbone I thought that I was so good at being solitary When I lacked the grace to be alone There's a temple past my temple I've no mass in the empty pew If my body is a temple Then who should I be praying to? I never know who I'm praying to I never know what I'm praying to I never know Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Alle