Saturday, August 16, 2008

If I Go To Heaven I'll Be Bored As Hell

A One Last Hosanna
By Benjamin Morgan

Somebody wants a nice hosanna
I'm gonna give 'em all of two amens
I'm gonna climb to the top of the steeple
Just to make amends

Everyone gathered round in the temple
Heard the gasp as the AC finally died
The elders all started making whooshing noises
So that the women wouldn't cry

The pastor he got up to make his sermon
He said no one will get by on just his own
He was sweating with a fervor to believe in
If only he had not been so alone

Right on the words "god has called out"
The pastor clutched his chest and fell
The people all tired and hot, mouths open
Wondered how the world had gone to hell

Somebody wants a nice hosanna
I'm gonna give 'em all of two amens
I'm gonna climb to the top of the steeple
Just to make amends

The coroner pulled out a soggy bible
Thick with the sweat of working men
He cut a cross in the pastor's chest
So that the family could see him once again

The whole congregation came around
Except for Margaret who was bitter still
They sang loud hymns to an unknown god
Waiting for the rain to hit the window sill

In the absence of rain the funeral started
On a hilltop in the heat that was unlovely
There was a new pastor with some old words
The sun set horribly and so very suddenly

Somebody wants a nice hosanna
I'm gonna give 'em all of two amens
I'm gonna climb to the top of the steeple
Just to make amends

The wife held up her hands to go to heaven
She wept onto the dirt in which he laid
She said "Bill I will come up there and meet you"
Just recommend the Lord my dying day

The last thing that the pastor ever saw
Was the white light like a mac truck blaring
He had time for just one last little thought
But he just looked up and kept staring

His last words were supposed to be poetic
His last thoughts were saved up for his wife
He cultivated hallelujahs like a madman
Waiting for the ending of his too proud life

Somebody wants a nice hosanna
I'm gonna give 'em all of two amens
I'm gonna climb to the top of the steeple
Hold out my holy hands

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