contact/info: www.theohakola.com <br /><br />THE ONLY CHURCH <br /><br />My sister ran off with a junkie <br />My mother ran off with a drunk <br />My dog’s a two bit scaliwag leech <br />and my old man’s a slimebucket skunk <br />I’d make each one of them a mourner <br />if April weren’t just around the corner <br />Yeah you know I’d put a gun to my ear <br />if the sacred season weren’t almost here... <br /><br />November through March is a long time in hell <br />But then spring comes along to save us from our sins <br />With bats back swinging and line drives zinging <br />It’s the agony and ecstasy of losses and wins <br />My baby left me for an unlicensed plumber <br />the day after our pipes froze <br />I swear to God I’d seek eternal slumber <br />if it weren’t for those golden catches and throws... <br /><br />Hallelujah for Baseball and the Dimaggio streak <br />For a win by Washington and every time the Rangers lose <br />Hallelujah for the Say Hey Kid, the Big Six and the Freak <br />For Ichiro’s arm and Zito’s charm nixing my fixing-to-die blues <br /><br />You might think you can vote with your card from the NRA <br />And maybe they’ll give you a passport for being good with a gun <br />But it’s sure you got no business living here in the USA <br />if you won’t stand up and salute a walk-off home run <br />Yeah, you got no business running around with Old Glory <br />If you don’t worship at the church of the nine inning story <br /><br />Now I’m happy to have a beer and a couple belts of bourbon <br />Hell, scratch the blood from its proceeds and I’d be OK with cocaine <br />But for an opium of the people our old pastime’s prime cut <br />Yeah, no drug or drink can do you like the national game <br />So while Christians wait in vain for heaven to call them up <br />we got Elysian fields right here leading to the Hall of Fame <br /><br />Yeah, they’re waiting for their Messiah to come clear the bases <br />while we got rapture every year from spring to fall <br />And you know their fishers of men could never hit our aces <br />Dudes dabbling in martyrdom couldn’t touch a Koufax curveball <br /><br />Hallelujah for Baseball and the crack of the bat <br />For Ozzie airborne and Tinker to Evers to Chance <br />Hallelujah for all the Lous, Cy, Satchel and Nap <br />for Campy and Clemente and the hotbox baseline dance <br /><br />Hallelujah for Whitman’s “place where memory gathers” <br />for the rite on the diamond in the only church that matters
