Shuffled up Sixth Street in the rain   Kept my head down as I pushed past the people   And in the department store   I found what I was looking for   This is the church, this is the crucible      They come out to Broadway and they look for me   I'm on the red steps smoking a cigarette   Easy to recognize   Black bandages on my eyes   This is the church, these are the congregants      Sunset's on the Broad Square and lights come up   Feel like this town's gonna put a quick end to me   But if I came here to drown   I'm gonna take a few people down   This is the church occupied by the enemy