A home removed, a life resumed right here
The Priest and the Rosary,
The book and the bond between he and me has long since broken
A boy who's grown, too short to see,
A tale unfolds, too tall to be
A life once lived behind closed doors, the irony of the pensive whore
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down
A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground
The inquiry of Ms. Terri,
The expiry of misery,
The table turns the sun long,
The river bed, and he's alone
The object of affection,
Conflicted by convictions of indecency, sorority,
Corrupted by impropriety
The cavalier, she hopes of him,
In dissonance with experience,
A boy who grows, with knife in hand,
To fend for her, becomes a man
But she plays fake affection, and carefully lacks objection
To her gentleman caller's twisted desires
Touch, taste, feel it ripping me down.
A reprise, two times, the dime, burn it to the ground.
We dance around the room,
My love, I'll carry you,
And I'll teach you how to treat
That Leading lady that you'll meet
We dance around the truth,
My dear, I lie for you,
But when I lie down,
I'm simply lying to them too