My book of Mormon
Wrapped in Turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now
But I'm still here
Yes, somehow I'm still here
What now of my faith
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
I'm emotional and sensitive and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state
Uninformed
You will harbour those who nurtured Europe's W