Lyrics
A monk with a heart on in a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs for the height that he strode
As he follows a path filled with harried desire
And mimics his footsteps, and sets his prayers on fire
Glad to have chosen that which left no choice
To sing without loving in my solitary voice
To observe with passion each careful denial
The protrusions which give my life meaning
For a while
Sometimes I see you with berries and weeds
You're brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
Standing too close, holding our clothes
Smiling at God that the meaning of life grows
Knowing I'll never tell, and I'll never know
What candles you light after the show
And I'll never tell, and I'll never ask
The meaning of life after mass
Ah-ah-eh
