Under the Steeple

under the steeple
(ode to martensville, sk)

there's a church out on the edge of town
saint mary's is the name
now a days the clientelle
isn't quite the same
well it ain't exactly sunday mass
but you can still confess your sins
inside you'll find a piece of ass
for whatever mood you're in
you can come here for forgiveness
you can come here just for show

sell your soul under the steeple
sell your flesh inside the door
sell your faith upon the altar
of the holy mother whore
there's no need for absolution
faith has been baptised in sin
we're the children of the angels
we're the sons of nephilim

the patron saint is mary
the mass is so obscene
they line up for the altar
when she gets on her knees
and there's a cellar in the basement
where she keeps all her freinds
and if she's had you one time
you'll never leave again
you can be a tied up banquet
her four-post feast undressed for show

sell your soul under the steeple
sell your flesh inside the door
sell your faith upon the altar
of the holy mother whore
there's no need for absolution
faith has been baptised in sin
we're the children of the angels
we're the sons of nephilim

the kids down at the local school
know the rumors true
to get good grades they gotta their days
in the teachers petting zoo
the cops and politicians know
but they ain't saying shit
they got a fistful in their laps
surfing kiddie porn on the net
they've all got thier best excuses
these black mass priests undressed for show

sell your soul under the steeple
sell your flesh inside the door
sell your faith upon the altar
of the holy mother whore
there's no need for absolution
faith has been baptised in sin
we're the children of the angels
we're the sons of nephilim