Cathedral — текст песни (blueline medic)

Seventy-two now and as mad as they come,
but even so, now on occasion there`s a few come and help.
Put a crucifix, a portico just like there is at the white house
but the stain still needs more glass.
I think more of red than I could see anything else.
It`s one of the arguments in the caf for small talk of a town.
I`m no engineer they say, I`m no architect they say,
as if they dont already argue enough for
it`s such a lonely order that I`ve taken on my own;
that in a house you helped to build.
I suppose you`re guaranteed a room,
how should it matter being better held together?
The rains have proved as only they can more for faith than mortar.
I want it left to the diocese
but that idiot that a bishop be so ungrateful,
like it was some dislocated eyesore;
so near and not to see it finished.
The holy college seeks only to adjust it
and put out of place my columns but no,
they wouldn`t be found dead helping me dig out the crypt.
I didn`t need elevations then.
I`m not looking for them now, not for all the small talk in a town.
Neither sane nor fool enough is the good word going round.
I built the cathedral almost on my own.
It stands in a house you helped to build.
You`re guaranteed of a place to be.