Metaxy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Saint Paul said to Saint Steven:

"Well I guess that makes us even"

As Steven wiped the rubble off his brow

And Steven said to Paul:

"You've seen one you've seen 'em all

I hope that we can laugh about it now"

And Henry said to Becket:

"I don't know what you expected

Even God said render Caeser what is his"

Said Becket to the king:

"That won't amount to anything

If you can't recognize just what it is"

You don't know how it will break from where it bends

Just don't mistake the middlе for the end

And Flannery O'Connor

Couldn't summon up thе honor

To sit and face James Baldwin in the South

She knew the truth was something more

Than what she had a stomach for

Or a misfit's kind of grace to sort it out

A calm came over sister

Saint Theresa Benedicta

Prayin' in a train car headin' East

For Love's lasting mediation

In our reconciliation

That could swallow all creation in its breach

You don't know how it will break from where it bends

Just don't mistake the middle for the end

What you give and what you take, it all depends

But just don't mistake the middle for the end

Don't mistake the middle for the end