To gain further news of her brother
For the cat from next door
And I just can't see through to him
Well, one cleans his hands
And I don't want to be the son of any freak
And God knows where I'll be
For his cardinal sings a collection of hymns
Was just an appeal for protection
Was found later at four in surgical dissection
And the ideal confusion was just an illusion
For soon, they'll plough the desert
And who wrote the Bible, was it Judas or Pilate?
While the other one hangs
Collecting submarine numbers
Can take you off the street
And the comfort of mother
And a collection of coins is made after
The Vicar is thicker
Who for a chocolate center
On the main street of the sea
