Here I stand a spy—searching for desire
I\'ve looked upon your church
I scrutinized the dust beneath your choir—
I\'ve stolen the bread of life you eat
Your wine has yet to turn from water
From dusk till dawn—I\'ve severed the tie
Between you and I; God and the marauder
Confession brings but a severed down ear
Rabbits tail; now you\'re looking over queer
\"Father: of winter, of summer, of spring—is
there a day that Christ will not bring?\"
Centuries of scripture, spinning around
Spinning like bottles kicking through town
\"Father: of Matthew, Leviticus, of James—
who dwells in heaven, who have you claimed?\"
Oh, I\'m a spy—tearing down Rome
I\'ve painted the Colosseum black and the
Virgin Mary bone
I\'m marching to a drum that appeals
to the flame—
(\"Father: of God, no one is saved\")