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In the name of the lord 

I’ll keep drinking my wine 

One, two, three glasses at a time 

Most days the church bell sits hollow 

The choir at home 

Sing baby sing 

Dallas to Rome

Beijing to Moscow 

Paris to Detroit 

We’re all children of god 

No need to act heroic 

Today the hollow bell’s lungs will shake 

From town square to town square 

Finish up your blunt 

Something real is happening here 

Portugal to Oslow

Rio de Janeiro 

Go baby go 

Take a big deep breath in 

And make this city square shake 

It’s so unfortunate 

That most days 

The church bell sits hollow 

The walls of the church still 

No choir to shake them 

No bell to count the morning till 

Pass that bread basket back 

Suit and tie or a backwards hat 

Give your energy to thee 

So that as a collective 

We can dream about what it feels like 

To be free