Easter Sunday

Asphyxiating laser beams Darted out his eyes He thinks he can come around here Painted in disguise Body pinned up on the wall Standing thin and tall One word comes out of his mouth And on your knees you fall Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Praise the mundane They'll tell you no sex till marriage Then feel up on your sons They're the mouth from which his word flows When all is said and done Confessionals and urinal stalls All seem the same to me Say they'll send you to nirvana For a modest fee Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Praise the mundane Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Praise the mundane Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Pays for Monday Easter Sunday Praise the mundane