Tom Flannery Hands In The Dark
Bless me father for I have sinnednow open the door and
let me in
I've already felt too much down here
hands in the dark are always near
Wake up cold and start to weep
until I watch my children as they sleep
wish we could all just disappear
hands in the dark are always near
St. Peter came home and kissed his wife
but now the apostles filled with strife
watching the little boys go by
like the loaves and fishes....multiplied
Bishop said 'son let it lay...
and forgive what happened yesterday'
made me feel like a mutineer
but those hands in the dark are always near
My mother stared when she got the word
I told her but she never heard
she said 'boy just what did you do?'
then I told her he got my brother too
Two time bombs primed to explode
two hearts that beat just to corrode
childhood's have been commandeered
by hands in the dark always near
Now the smell of incense makes me sick
wanna tear the church down brick by brick
for my soul is what I fear
hands in the dark are always near
Bless me father for I have sinned
now open the door and let me in
I've already felt too much down here
hands in the dark are always near
