Saint Paul

With wide open eyes Towards the waves at the seaside Beaten body and mind Diagnosing the decline Of the land he was from and loved Despite fervent refine Into unrecognizable Remnants of peacetime And what was it for His war on moral propriety Could it be he wished more From enlightened society To return to the time Of a simpler community When poverty wasn't crime And where wealth wasn't impunity Oh Ostia And this holy ghost hosted here Oh Roma I've been gone for too long If I write you this song Will you welcome me home Once called forth to fight For the totalitarian He devoted his life To become a contrarian With a focus and light On the sub-proletarian Cast shadows on faces Of the righteous and arrogant Bare naked animals Playing greed goaded games Pray for things that they can't control To assuage them their shame In our natural innocence How could any cast blame But the ignorant hypocrites Villians in Jesus' name Organized crime under the guise of government Seeks to smother resistance To their theocratic covenant If you believe that God is really a king Then leave your neighbors at peace Don't legislate their beliefs If you think it's your calling To be the wrath of the Lord I'm sure that He'd be appalled By the dark path that you've shorn If your conception of Heaven Is where we go when we're dead He'd leave you in the lake of fire For the evil you spread Amen Oh Ostia And this holy ghost hosted here Oh Roma I've been gone for too long If I write you this song Will you welcome me home