Tuesday, April 7, 2026
In Your Pomp And All Your Glory You're A Poorer Man Than Me
When I was young
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So, I left there in the morning
With their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays."
So told my old headmaster
And to anyone who cares,
"Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers."
I don't believe you:
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
How'd you dare tell me
That I'm my Father's son
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me
Compose a better song
'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth
In your pomp and all your glory
You're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
When I was young
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
I left there in the morning
With God under my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
When I was young
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So, I told my old headmaster
And to anyone who cares,
"Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers."
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't believe you:
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So, I left there in the morning
With their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays."
So told my old headmaster
And to anyone who cares,
"Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers."
I don't believe you:
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
How'd you dare tell me
That I'm my Father's son
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me
Compose a better song
'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth
In your pomp and all your glory
You're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
When I was young
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
I left there in the morning
With God under my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
When I was young
And they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind
If they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
So, I told my old headmaster
And to anyone who cares,
"Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers."
Well, you can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't believe you:
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Gordon Peterson Hard Sun
When I walk beside her
I am a better man
When I look to leave her
I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower
So I could worship from above
And when I climbed down to be set free
She took me in again
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
When she comes to greet me
She is mercy at my feet
When I stay to pillage her
She just throws it back at me
Once I dug an early grave
To find a better land
She just smiled and laughed at me
And took her blues back again
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
And when I go to cross that river
She is comfort by my side
When I try to understand
She just opens up her eyes
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people (On the people)
In the big hard world (Hard world, yes it is)
Once I stood to lose her
When I saw what I had done
Burned down and threw away the hours
Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to warn her
And turned to see her weep
Forty days and forty nights
And it's still coming down on me (oh, yes it is)
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
And when I go to cross that river
She is comfort by my side
When I try to understand
She just opens up her eyes
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people (On the people)
In the big hard world (Hard world, yes it is)
Once I stood to lose her
When I saw what I had done
Burned down and threw away the hours
Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to warn her
And turned to see her weep
Forty days and forty nights
And it's still coming down on me (oh, yes it is)
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (Big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big)
Beatin' on the big people (On the people)
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (Hard world, hard world)
Beatin' on the big people (On the big people)
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big)
Beatin' on the big people (On the people)
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (Hard world, hard world)
Beatin' on the big people (On the big people)
In the big hard world
There's a big, a big hard sun (There's a big, big hard sun)
Beatin' on the big people
In the big hard world
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