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Here comes the Monday priest 
Blessing the girls in bikinis 
The whole country's a beach 
Or at least theres sand 
Who needs to see the sea 
When you've got all that land 

High priest with your high morals and high quarrels heavy
Down that burning paper bundle
Greet the incense, o dismay
Lord knows best- time to put the flame out, welcome day 

It's viscous, ferocious 
Heftier than the skulls of religion 
And thicker than those people you're trying to get through to.