Wizard Buys a Hat

Shuffled up Sixth Street in the rain

Kept my head down as I looked 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

Sun sets 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