Opening the Hymnal / Babies

Welcome one and welcome all to our small town The lyrics are the voice Of the neurosis of a city Inside each house you'll Find the guilt that The fables and folly Of the residents residing in... Fourteen hymns for the heathen First hymn: the son of ... [fades into inaudibility Baby, baby, baby This world must seem So immense compared to the womb And baby baby Your head must seem So much smaller than you assumed Your whole world Seems to center around you Be easy to make the mistake That maybe you're why the world was made Baby, baby, baby You learn so fast You seem to carry a special gift Maybe you've been given To this world to make a difference Such delusions we all struggle with But the beautiful truth of it is This is all we are We simply exist You're not the chosen one I'm not the chosen one But we don't need anyone Let's not choose anyone