They are proclaiming their allegiance to God
With the loud voice of brass
Their only audience is the rain
And a few disinterested pedestrians
Walking home from the pub or newsagent
On a Sunday afternoon.
Does their faith make them impervious
To the condition of the weather
As well the general lethargy that greets them.
Smart groomed uniforms, buttons gleaming
Bright shining instruments, oom pah!
The battle cry of their religion
They all look so ****** healthy and happy
Do they really know something I don't
Or are they the ones missing the point
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
They are proclaiming their allegiance to God
With the loud voice of brass
Their only audience is the rain
And a few disinterested pedestrians
Walking home from the pub or newsagent
On a Sunday afternoon.
Does their faith make them impervious
To the condition of the weather
As well the general lethargy that greets them.
Smart groomed uniforms, buttons gleaming
Bright shining instruments, oom pah!
The battle cry of their religion
They all look so ****** healthy and happy
Do they really know something I don't
Or are they the ones missing the point
Written many years ago after seeing them play.
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