Holy Ground
Written by: Josiah Letchworth
Fold up your portmanteau.
Burn a match for the light.
Bathed in the orange glow,
It won’t last through the night.
Turn, turn around.
It’s not holy ground.
Turn, turn around.
It’s all holy ground.
Leave all the furniture
Standing on their own feet.
Laws that you learned for her
Crumble under the heat.