Father in Heaven here I lay,
Making my way through another night’s day.
Son of Mary, Father to three,
His voice was sweeter than a honey-bee.
You see this man he’s from ’round here.
And after 40 dawns again he did appear.
I see him here now everyday.
In every man, woman, child now in every way.
I see his smile and I hear his voice.
It is never gone it lives in this town.
Philadelphia Jesus.
Laughs and Lobotomies 