GRAFFITI ON THE SUBWAY WALL

Kids sit on the street corners

Sipping bottles of cheapest wine

The taste of their transcendence

Is not the sacramental kind

There’s not time for ancient concepts

When you long for bread alone

And their only picture of mercy

Are faces in Victorian stone

Lord I don’t want to be a symphony

Or a choral in a marble hall

Don’t hang me in some gallery

Spray me graffiti on the subway wall.

 

Billy couldn’t come to Church

He had no righteous rags

Went to see God in prison

When he could bring his packet of fags

Ideas look good from a distance

But life is lived up close

You can end up swallowing elephants

When its candy floss you chew the most

Lord I don’t want to be a symphony

Or a choral in a marble hall

Don’t hang me in some gallery

Spray me graffiti on the subway wall