Sunday Mass

Bow we still before these chapels?

Revere the soiled vestments

With kindly guise and soft hands

Oh, he is indeed risen

Those ruddy faced young scamps

A weakness of the flesh

But your robes protect you

Here’s another flock for you to prey on

Another flock to pray on

Another flock to prey on

And you still pass the plate

And speak for god

Pray on