(Echo) Chamber Music

You’re preaching to the choir, but

the tenor’s voice broke some time ago, in June of ‘97,
when the dihydro test came crashing in
—since then all he wants to do is find new ways to fuck.

You’re preaching to the choir, but

the soprano joined a screamo band together with the bass,
who left her for a grindcore act called desiccated face
—she felt so bad she just gave the music up.

You’re preaching to the choir, but

the two best tenors turned out queer
—they’ve been trying for an in-vitro kid all year…
and no one from the church have wished them any luck.

You’re preaching to the choir, but

the lead OD-ed on some dirty, home-bake smack
—his girl insists he’d still be OK if he’d stuck to crack.
She says it was an accident, but perhaps he’d just heard enough.

You’re preaching to the choir, but

the hymns we all once sung out loud
have been echoing round and round
—the sounds make very little sense, and the melodies all suck!

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