No God but God knows who is getting it
That I do not intend this to be took
Esoterically like gnostic ****

By closet caved in men for men unfit
Convicted of the conscious call to book
No God but God knows who is getting it

That now as then a higher hand can hit
Than kings full of queens with the turn to look
Esoterically like gnostic ****

Some poet bet his pen on risky writ
When faced with faces royally mistook
No God but God knows who is getting it

How a queen by the river must have sit
Baiting me to bite that off the hook
Esoterically like gnostic ****

All in all I rather would be bit
Than muck the cooler cards to such a crook
No God but God knows who is getting it
Esoterically like gnostic ****

I am in love that I am in war
All is fair enough concerning you
In love I am this bombshell of a *****

I sold your John on stocking strange armor
Up to tilt the standard to see through
I am in love that I am in war

Privately in part fatigued by the chore
Of putting on protection pending view
In love I am this bombshell of a *****

Ready to explode in gushing gore
For a beast blasting sheets off of the *****
I am in love that I am in war

The winner only is the survivor
And heroes died to land mine when it blew
In love I am this bombshell of a *****

On seven hills by waters sat down for
Blowing one becoming up to two
I am in love that I am in war
In love I am this bombshell of a *****

Because in love it's fair to ask how long
The music plays before I come to you
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Piping from sun down to the light of dawn
On mother making sense of living through
Because in love it's fair to ask how long

Linger lullabies about lovely John
Which mean to make a white lie wholly true
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Making mirth of sorrow for sisters gone
To ashes crossed from Heaven to that pew
Because in love it's fair to ask how long

Till *** ed makes us read a verse to spawn
A man child with an iron rod to sue
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Like the little lamb had to lead wrong
Right to slaughter sure to back to
Because in love it's fair to ask how long
O Lord your cause insists on Mary song

My friend you are not
To ask what it is that is
With enemy slept

Overcome in cot
By curiosity's kiss
Goodbye to score kept

You punished me, and put the whip away.
You spoke curses at your previous place.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I came inside to find you there for pay
Under John addressing my God of lace.
You punished me, and put the whip away.

You charged me for a sample of DNA
To test the blood for ****** disease's trace.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I bought the strongest ****** of the day
And pulled it out to finish just in case.
You punished me, and put the whip away.

You sold yourself for something hard to say
To such a softly touched suffering face.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

I heard the price rise from the pew to pray
On father beads for mother full of grace.
You punished me, and put the whip away.
I knew it then that you were here to stay.

Though you are you you hope to hell for me
To go with it that comes for all in fun
Making of love a laugh in agony

And the hit hardly hid in ecstasy
Touched on the curve part tip to tongue
Though you are you you hope to hell for me

First to double up then go for three
Then crash to the catcher in park home run
Making of love a laugh in agony

Pinching runner with empty mitt at knee
Sliding to the plate safe from the ump rung
Though you are you you hope to hell for me

Next to skip to slapping at rear to be
One of the boys who ****** this age undone
Making of love a laugh in agony

Felt fondling to find one to disagree
With the call not out to celebrate pun
Though you are you you hope to hell for me
Making of love a laugh in agony

This mad son I am at that mother was
Faithless to father art from Heaven fell
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Bellowing back positively the buzz
Previewed in papers which to fame propel
This mad son I am at that mother was

Caked with make up for it by smearing gauze
Applied with shade at saving face from Hell
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Better heard the way the hack joker does
Find first himself snicker at stones to tell
This mad son I am at that mother was

Out of the closet extracting worn bras
With tissue *** ******* therein put well
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Thundering laughter at flames just because
Here with the ****** you are blessed to rebel
This mad son I am at that mother was
Into hands holding for punch line applause