Sunday All Over The World - Kneeling at the Shrine lyrics

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