Hymn 2000
She chose the soft centerAnd took it to bed with her motherAnd the ideal confusionWas just an illusionTo gain further news of her brother
And the comfort of motherWas just an appeal for protectionFor the cat from next doorWas found later at fourIn surgical dissection
And I don't want to beThe son of any freakWho for a chocolate centerCan take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desertAnd God knows where I'll beCollecting submarine numbersOn the main street of the sea
The Vicar is thickerAnd I just can't see through to himFor his cardinal singsA collection of hymnsAnd a collection of coins is made after
And who wrote the BibleWas it Judas or PilateWell one cleans his handsWhile the other one hangsBut still I continue to stand