Opening the Hymnal/Babies

Opening the Hymnal: Welcome one and welcome all To our small town The lyrics are the exit and the roses are the same? Inside this town, you'll find the guilt That fills the quarry of the residents residing in 14 hymns for the heathen 1st hymn: the son of God complex 2nd hymn . . . Babies: Now baby, baby, this world must seem so immense Compared to the womb And baby, baby, your head must seem so much smaller Than you a*sumed Your whole world seems to center around you It'd 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