They might have burned
But the priests were out taking turns
Showing nuns what they had discerned
About their bodies in the dark
They carried on
From the evening until the dawn
Like they should have been all along
Making harmless sparks
Instead of breaking little boys hearts
And God knows
If you noticed the millions of small holes
And ponder the weight of an apple
Compared to the trouble we're in
Then a grown men might
Be tempted to question his birthright
In front of his kids and devout wives
Causing the doubt to begin
To spread like original sin