Mass is done for the day
The dancers
Dance their welcome kisses
The soundcheck voice
Sings The Great Pretender
Mass
In the small chapel
For no more than a dozen
In this city of a million souls
Shame on you, the non-believers
Non-believers such as I
Non-believers such as you
Who keep this religion alive
By paying with hard cash for our curiosity
By paying with hard cash for our intrigue
For the faith in the self
Is not ever without doubt
However close the silence
The Kula Shaker is always Govinda
While the mouse-mat, it always squeals
Caught once more
By the soprano
Caught once more
By those angels of the gods
Who continue to sing their welcome
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