So it's stars and crosses. Reasoning for losses. You learn right from wrong. Then you write the book yourself. Right the wrongs you know. But then you're all in your rows. All in your rows. All in your row-oh-ohs. All in your rows. All in your row-oh-ohs. Domination fading with war-torn tradition. Picking holes in holy. And in blinkered vision. You left us standing with no understanding. There's no give. There's no give. And then you're all in your rows. All in your rows. All in your row-oh-ohs. All in your rows. All in your row-oh-ohs. City-scape and country-side. We've got local boys they're going nationwide. So here's your church and here's your steeple. And you're locking your doors to keep in all the people. Let them go