Black Two Churches song lyrics

Born in nineteen sixty two

Born with eyes of a distant blue

Good luck charm was number one and playing on the radio

Now I'm about ready to lose myself

I'm about ready to kiss and tell, give up all that I think I know

Shed my skin and be ready to go through changes

I'm in no rush you can take your time

Show me yours and I'll show you mine

Men'll fuck mud and then call it love, a joke salami in a latex glove

More than a little mixed up when God begins to speak

Through changes

When I have to go before St Peter I'll knock on his neon door and say

Look at what came to be my journey

Between two churches

It's like I came to a fork in the road

Four roads running only one of them known

Fell to my knees as if I was pushed

Love may come but it won't be rushed by trying to run and stop from choosing

The changes

So when I have to go before St Peter I'll knock on his neon door and say

look at what came to be my journey

Between two churche