Protestant

I always wanted to be a Catholic… but, I was cursed in being a Protestant
Oh the life… to recite the right words I should pray
Oh the life… to not have to decide what to wear everyday
But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler
screamer
I make it all up as I go. Then, sell it as a video. See Betty at the tape table,
tape table
I’m in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal
my breath
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight
Eternal Passion Song
Lecturn
In stained
Glass sunlight
Place grace upon my tongue
Domine exaudi orationem meam
Where I’m from everyone is catholic… but, somehow I was born being protestant
All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools
All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms
But, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear
next-day- storytellings
This is where the first line’s drawn and you can feel which side you’re on.
Still
Robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe
I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. Place your hands where it’s
relevant
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight
Eternal Passion Song
Lecturn
In stained
Glass sunlight
Place grace upon my tongue
Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts
Place your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts