.Cut glass cathedrals
Slash holes in the air>So it always is raining
When we kneel down in prayer>And Christ leans and laughs . . .
Christ! He's shaking his head
Because the wine's Portugese
And the bread's only bread
No trance, no substance, no conscience for sure
As the P.
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