歌词
And you preached for the politics
While worshipping idols
But you don't want them all of the same
And you shield thine enemies
With a palace wall, brick by brick
But it's mother goose and her gossip church
It's a storybook slept through
A cup of tea and a Crystal Nuns Cathedral
Complacent in her shock-prevention boots
Dreams a fog of a well-named prince
With his jealous reptile hiss
Kiss me so that I may fall back in your room
Look beyond his cage and see him out