Now that we're old and gone

Now that we’re old and gone

You remember Jack

At Sunday school every weekend

We used to sing

In juvenile innocence

The songs of praise

To the one Lord God the creator

In louder and noisy tones

That shook the dominoes of hell

That soothed the rebel chap

Parading and lighting down the highway

That recounted of joy and salvation

That elicited the memories of redemption

That solaced our hearts

And blessed our souls

By pat k lamba aka pakla