Lyrics Indulgences - Count Zero

Indulgences

And Li’l John says, «Please, Father, tell the Lord that I’m regretful for my
Sins.»
And as the bells peal, he begins to drain his pockets into bins
Says, as he makes his offerings, «As soon as Coin in Coffer rings
Dear Mothers Soul to Heaven springs!»
He interjects, «Please, if I may, take just a moment here to say
I’m so inspired by the way Our Lord has promised You more Land!
Your fine Cathedrals stand so grand!
Your Holy Jewels glow on Your Hand!
And unless,» he reflects, as his good conscience squirms
«I request to ingest a steady Diet of Worms
I had best do my best to better come to terms with Your Indulgences.»
And dull John says, «will the owner of a Ford who left their lights on
Could you please go turn them off?»
You blink and freeze, and in the pew you check your keys because you up and plum
Forgot just which of your five cars you brought… Oh, good, that’s not yours
in the lot
And you get on your knees and pray that your new hair dye hides the gray and
That your stocks perform okay
You don’t come here to question truth.
You just need this confession booth
To relive your low-pressure youth
Ask the priest where he got the fabric for his vestment
Now he knows you think God is just a smart investment
So your soul is all flawed.
Surprise!
Another testament to your indulgences