To blaspheme at the cardinal's carriage door!

(Rhythm A)

For the Christ is the wine; and his blood, so supine,
Will collect you.
When your life's on the line and the archangels
Fine you
To protect you!

Shoot up Michaelmas mass, and remember her ass
When she held you.
But even while crass, hold the fig leaves
And realize they're a menu!

To blaspheme at the cardinal's carriage do-oor!

(Rhythm B)

I never required the use of my limbs, I always gave
Alms to the hungry.
Imagine my surprise when fine Peter jumped up
And denounced me!
(Softly) Peter, Peter; God's cruelty you envy.

I hefted my sword, which engendered my loss.
With a pommel of cord and a hilt like a cross.
And I killed him, fingers raw,
Went to hell, and built a wall.
(Softly) Felt between us, the wall.

To blaspheme at the cardinal's carriage door!
To blaspheme and rail at God's Desertion War!

(Rhythm A)

And in black powder meal, where the weevils can't feel
Our contention,
I'll eat and I'll breathe till your ears melt and seethe.
No ascension!

Hand in hand, walk the miles. Pirate bones, desert isles.
Ripping stitches.
And I'll find your tailor,
That Vlad the Impaler,
Burning bridges.

To blaspheme at the cardinal's carriage door!
To swim 'midst the rustlings of a darkened moor!

(Rhythm B)

One day long ago, before ever he came here,
He was a fighter.
It may be called unjust, that the spears of the just
Fly no lighter.
Flit no higher.

And He don't condone the taking
Of lives
Sprung from His making.
So we ignore Him, and it's good,
Rap on skulls, knock on wood!
(Softly) I sing down the well, as I should…

To blaspheme at the cardinal's carriage door!

(Rhythm A)

Because the Christ is the food; and his hands, from the rood,
Do implore you.
And you'll turn your white mood, like a clock rendered lewd,
If he explores you!

Blow a spark in Leonard's church, see the cripples in the lurch,
Don't they adore you?
But you'd sell every pew just to fatten the jewels
That adorn you.