Amen Corner - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

It’s glorious today so you know it will pass away

The doves and snapping turtles bite at me

Catatonic ash, don’t bump against them tender wounds

This petunia land smells of timothy

I have read the maps of the Patron Saint of Haggard

Arm the minds of midwives who deliver thee

My hands are not enough;

I will swing a hammer

Amen Corner’s where they’ll gather and meet

On Amen Corner is where they gather

All them midwives who delivered me

Their looks are unwashed, ashamed, and haggard

Seeing my hand empty of offerings

They took my rolled map, ripped it to tatters

Turned their backs, and they commenced to sing

I stroke my dark dove, I pat my turtle

But their response is as cold as charity

Snapping turtles hide, Scrape their teeth against their hide

Doves stumble 'round turned dark from timothy

The midwives turn to saints swinging what’s delivered

On Amen Corner the haggard hammer sings

My snapping turtle it still be snapping

My dark dove can only bark at me

I pull his dark down, rip it to tatters

Glue the feathers to my turtle’s covering

I will swing it, my soft-hard hammer

To my midwives this is my offering

On Amen Corner, I’ll be delivered

My soft-hard hammer will sing as it swings