Letras
This is called the 'Altar Boy'
A monk with a hard-on in a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs for the height he strode
As he follows a path filled with harried desire
That mimics his footsteps and sets his prayers on fire
Well, I too have chosen that which left no choice
To sing without loving my solitary voice
To observe with passion each careful denial
These protrusions, which give my life meaning for a while
Sometimes I see you eating berries and weeds
You're brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
Standing too close, holding your clothes
Smiling at God, as the meaning of life grows
Oh, and I'll never tell, I'll never know
What candles you light after the show
I'll never tell, I'll never ask
The meaning of life after mass
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Oh, la-la la-la la-la