Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh.
He rides chauffer through the streets instead of walking.
I think his holy story is a mess.

All I did last Easter all I did was paint some eggs.
It was a resurrection holy day.
No more nails in the holy legs.

Only one true holy book in your hand singing in latin nobody understands.
Licking wafers paper thin.
Ah, stupid christian isn't it grand?

Is this your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy you'd like to say? Something about a magic, sacred, holy day.

You look holy and humble on your knees, but it looks funny when you try to run that way.
Popes taking all your money for turning your feet into clay (pigeon).

One man of peace dies, and a hundred wars begin.
You keep murdering people in his christian name I thought he said. I thought he said that was a sin.
Soldier where have you been?

Holy day

All I'm going to do this easter
I'm just going to look for eggs.
It's aresurrection holy day no more nails in the holy legs.

No more brains in the christian.

Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh.
He rides chauffer through the streets instead of walking.
I think his holy story is a mess.

All I did last Easter all I did was paint some eggs.
It was a resurrection holy day.
No more nails in the holy legs.

Only one true holy book in your hand singing in latin nobody understands.
Licking wafers paper thin.

Ah, stupid christian isn't it grand?

Is this your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy you'd like to say? Something about a magic, sacred, holy day.

You look holy and humble on your knees, but it looks funny when you try to run that way.
Popes taking all your money for turning your feet into clay (pigeon).

One man of peace dies, and a hundred wars begin.
You keep murdering people in his christian name I thought he said. I thought he said that was a sin.
Soldier where have you been?

Holy day

All I'm going to do this easter
I'm just going to look for eggs.
It's aresurrection holy day no more nails in the holy legs.

No more brains in the christian.

Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.

Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.

Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.

Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.

I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight.

Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising . . .