Church, The – Much Too Much

There’s a fire in the eastern perimeter

There’s an alligator in the stew

And everybody who’s going to heaven

Would they kindly stand in this queue

Because there’s far too many

And there’s much too much

When the news sinks in holding on to our skin

I only want to give you a touch

At the break of day I was breaking

At the fall of night well I fell

Like a fool I wept as the starbeams crept

Illuminating this hell

And there’s far too many

And there’s much too much

When the news sinks in holding on to our skin

And I only want to give you a touch

Don’t ask me if I’m ready

I’m standing with my ticket in hand

When the boss comes back and he looks at this crack

He sure aint gonna understand

And there’s far too many

And there’s much too much

When the news sinks in holding on to our skin

I only want to give you a touch