Simon Joyner - Montgomery Lyrics

Well, the vase is stainless steelAnd the flowers are all plasticAnd the dust comes with the mealAnd the wood is for the casketsAnd the rain is for the dirtAnd the dirt is with the rainThe mud is for your shoesYou polished this morningAnd the morning is for everyoneBut this hole is for your papaHe's lying in his old uniformHis pockets full of mothballsAnd his eyes are made of glassAnd his blood is vinegarHis fingers are made of waxSo they light them for the prayerAnd the prayer is for GodSo God is for the prayerAnd you’re walking out of a houseErected on thin airAnd the air is plagued by dustAnd the dust comes with the mealAnd the preacher is stained glassThe flowers are stainless steelAnd they tell you over and overWhat comes around goes around