Seven days a week

Context> Isis defeated in Syria,
A factory has been burning for half a week
They've just discovered how to scan a baby's heart while its in the womb


Well it burned from Monday to Wednesday
But on Sunday was when the fire went out

The factory burned, burned, burned
From Monday to Wednesday
It burned down the chambers of the heart
An the cathedral bells there
Rang in the boiling air
And what can be a greater organ than
The human heart?

Well the organs blew their pipes
And the strings strummed their pangs
And the choirs of the angels
Sang their hymns

But the church still burned
In the ferocious desert wind
That fanned the flames higher
Through the knave

An incendiary bomb went off
And melted the lead roof
And it dripped on the stone slabs
And the pews
The font filled up with ashes
Where the babies cried their lashes
And the mothers lent against the pillars
With tear soaked eyes

And the church of the sacred Heart burned on through the night
It burned as the planes dropped their bombs
And it burned from Monday all through to Wednesday

On Thursday the fire crews came in to save the pews
And they doused the crucifixes in water
On Friday the mothers carried crosses and saved their daughters
And on Saturday all the fathers saved all their sons
So by Sunday the water ran down all the church walls
And the flood came in until the fire in its heart was gone