Montgomery

Well, the vase is stainless steel
And the flowers are all plastic
And the dust comes with the meal
And the wood is for the caskets

And the rain is for the dirt
And the dirt is with the rain
The mud is for your shoes
You polished this morning

And the morning is for everyone
But this hole is for your papa
He's lying in his old uniform
His pockets full of mothballs

And his eyes are made of glass
And his blood is vinegar
His fingers are made of wax
So they light them for the prayer

And the prayer is for God
So God is for the prayer
And you’re walking out of a house
Erected on thin air

And the air is plagued by dust
And the dust comes with the meal
And the preacher is stained glass
The flowers are stainless steel

And they tell you over and over
What comes around goes around