Altar Boy/33

I was an altar boy stealing turpentine
Turning time with Mary Francis

I kissed the neck of a tabernacle girl
As she lit the candles
My whole body trembled
Down to my soul

Down the fiery aisle to the king
Of a Sunday swarm of miscreeds

Could you believe the American in me?
Kneeling down forever
On cold black beds of embers
Down in my soul

The empty pulmonary ghost in my chest
The pain never seems to rest
Now I'm thirty-three and probably should be more thirsty
For things like Jesus
Now I'm his age
When he died

I was an altar boy feeling serpentine
Serving time with Father Matthew

I masturbate and then reconciliate
Two black orbs above me
All those sins inside me
Down in my soul

Pouring holy water on his hands
As he blew the candles
I made love to a boy before a girl
Haunting me forever
A nightmare caught in amber
Down in my soul

The empty pulmonary ghost in my chest
The pain never seems to rest
Now I'm thirty-three and probably should be more thirsty
For things like Jesus
Now I'm his age
When he died