Tinderbox

The church is like a tinderbox

The preachers got a match

Salvation is a raining down

And falling down the cracks

The choir master revved em up

And washed em white as snow

Somebody's crying in the very back row

The cemetery's sizzling

Out behind the fence

They're buttoning down the devil

Like Jesus with a wrench

The sisters are a twisting

And the men are singing low

Somebody's crying in the very back row

The elders and the deacons

Are dancing like a bar

The children are a screaming like they're

Trapped inside a car

The world's about to end, and everybody knows

Now the shadows are a stealing

Across the empty pews

The piano players sleeping

And the choir missed it's cue

The pentecost is simmering

The preachers going home

Somebody's crying in the very back row

Somebody's crying in the very back row

Somebody's crying in the very back row

Somebody's crying in the very back row

Somebody's crying in the very back row