Wire - Pieta lyrics

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Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best<br />

Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette<br />

Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end<br />

Which way Michael?<br />

Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears<br />

His drink is poured, for he is numb, the service it starts here<br />

He sees it in the barmaid's face, a winning smile's caress<br />

A million eyes in public stalk, the queue up to confess<br />

Lost causes, loves, hates and shames, old battles fought and won<br />

Bad debts, bad tips, the graveyard song, the dreamers talk in tongues<br />

Haloes swarm, the air is thin, thick smoke in tights of blue<br />

Elvis has a wooden heart, eyes dart across the room<br />

Empty heads and stomachs full, the ashtrays overflow<br />

Drinks are raised and voices praise good deeds of long ago<br />

He drains his glass and makes a sign, the Virgin Queen appears<br />

The Prince King needs a tender touch, his sacred heart knows no fear<br />

Upon a cloud on optic shrine, he can't control his tears<br />

On his knees, hands held in prayer, a practice lapsed for years<br />

The altar clears, the light grows dim, the sanctus bell is rung<br />

A miracle at closing time, our lady holds her son<br />

The faithful come to celebrate the vision Thomas saw<br />

A rail now stands around the spot where Thomas kissed the floor<br />

Amen