Hammill Peter - Comfortable? Lyrics

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She like to keep god out of church

Especially when she prays:

All in it's place all safely stored

For some rogation day....

The paradox is so apparent

The sense absurd but all too real;

The nonsense is arrant

But she just want to feel comfortable.

A pound in the collection-box

A name-plate by the aisle;

She always wears a heat

For he'll appreciates the style.

Pays no attention to the sermon

Christ in himself has no appeal

The social custom is the turn-on

And she just wants to feel comfortable.

She doesn't want to know/here/see.

Treading not on her illusions

I will not walk upon my own:

We stand among the creature comforts -

We're standing on the stockpiles of first stokes.

We stand on the brink of the ultrapower

Assume it's a proper place

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View the living hour by hour

In the first person singular case.

On with the usual complacent wait

For the mortal wound to heal.

When the abyss is adjacent -

What right have we got to feel comfortable?

On with the usual complacency

On with the customary zeal;

She doesn't need to match a valency

She just wants to feel comfortable.

It's her blindness and her blessing

That the thought will not occur.

That heaven when it comes might have

No special place for her.

She'll never look at the enigma

She doesn't want things quite that real.

Oh that's some kind of stigma -

What right has she got to feel so comfortable?

She doesn't want to think about it

She doesn't want to talk about it

She doesn't want to look at it:

It makes her feel uncomfortable.

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