Martrydom of St. Me

I had a nun
Or the nun had me
one thing’s for sure
the same I’ll never be
Her habit was black
as the hair on her lip
wrinkly down to her fingertips
she had me stay
one day after class
a woman of God
shouldn’t move that fast
My Latin conjugation
was admittedly weak
she said «come here, boy
I’m gonna inherit the meek»
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fili
e spiritu sancte
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fiili
e spiritu sancti
Sister Ignatious
of the bleeding eye
first made me kiss
her pasty thighs
then after some
unspeakable deeds
she made me look where she keeps
her rosary beads
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fiili
e spiritu sancti
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fiili
e spiritu sancti
Folks don’t get
why I don’t go to mass no more
when I hear Latin
I run for the door
a whole straight Lent
the abuse never ceased
thank Mother Mary
I can trust the priest
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fiili
e spiritu sancti
In nomine
in nomine patri
et fiili
e spiritu sancti
Amen