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.