Downtown, Trinity Church What’s one penitent more? While she was left in the lurch He was washing ashore
And it’s true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down in the snow
Ring on, Liberty Bell That’s affixed to the prow Neptune’s watery hell Lives inside of you now
And it’s true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow
She left offerings I Didn’t want at my door Two birds baked in a pie What a grim metaphor
And you spill and confess and you clean up the mess, ’cause That’s how you atone But when it’s “Bless me, Father,” then I suspect She’ll never leave you alone
And it’s true, you could tell her everything She never wanted to know Let her shoot, let her have her massacre Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow