I went on an Italian trip,It lasted for 3 hours.
I woke up hanging upside down,
and checked my hair for flowers.
It was a mushroom pizza,
That made my mind flip out.
I'd shared it with a preacher,
He said he was devout.
I remember bits here and there,
We sang and leapt and laughed.
We saw a nun fall off a chair,
We'd yanked as we ran past.
He took me to his chapel,
And he offered me some wine.
I asked if now we'd go to hell,
He said he hoped we'd crossed that line.
'You preach but do not practice,
What would everyone say,
If they knew you ran the parish,
In this hippocritical way?'
'They do the same as I do,
Nobody is a saint.
The Pope does confession too,
Asks himself to repent.'
(I woke up hanging upside down,
and checked my hair for flowers.
It was a mushroom pizza,
That made my mind flip out.
I'd shared it with a preacher,
He said he was devout.
I remember bits here and there,
We sang and leapt and laughed.
We saw a nun fall off a chair,
We'd yanked as we ran past.
He took me to his chapel,
And he offered me some wine.
I asked if now we'd go to hell,
He said he hoped we'd crossed that line.
'You preach but do not practice,
What would everyone say,
If they knew you ran the parish,
In this hippocritical way?'
'They do the same as I do,
Nobody is a saint.
The Pope does confession too,
Asks himself to repent.'
Professor Fnord Regius Professor of B3ta Chronology,
Tue 4 Mar 2003, 0:57,
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