We Are Augustines Chapel Song
There goes my girl, into the chapel
Now she's walking down the aisle
And it feels just like a mile
And I shake, shake, shake like a leaf
And I'm lying, lying, lying through my teeth
I got a pocketful of hand shakes
And It don't mean nothing
There goes my girl, into the chapel
Now she's walking down the aisle
And her man begins to smile
And I shake, shake, shake like a leaf
And I'm lying, lying, lying through my teeth
I'm a bowl of bruised fruit
Inside a chapel of shiny apples
Tear up the photograph
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
Tear up the photograph
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
Tear up the photograph
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
Tear up the photograph
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
'Cuz it's a bright blue sky
