"Kneeling At The Shrine" lyrics - SUNDAY ALL OVER THE WORLD

Angels in the backrooms taking it in turns
Many returns, many returns
Dishing out the honours to the heroes who got burned

Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine
Kneeling, kneeling to the subterfuge of the chosen few
Hooked in the arms of others
Locked in the... (trouble?)
Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine

People in the dancehalls queueing at the bar
Waiting for God, paying for God
Praying to the image in the mirror on the wall

Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine
Kneeling, kneeling to the subterfuge of the chosen few
Hooked in the arms of others
Locked in the... (trouble?)
Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine

How could a little angel cast out in the cold
(Atmospheric?)... as if we're all born old
Amid the megaliths and monoliths
The dying source with which we live
Scratching and scraping
Mouths open and gaping
The beaks still lift
But constantly shift
Driven from the wall
To nourish your soul

Disciples of the beat like hounds below the street
Draws the crowd to its feet
In the heat night retreats

Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine
Kneeling, kneeling to the subterfuge of the chosen few
Hooked in the arms of others
Locked in the... (trouble?)
Kneeling, kneeling at the shrine