He had the hands of a missionary
She had the body of a nun
In the fumblings of their union

They found the key to kingdom come
He bought her a bird in a silver cage
For blessed company, 'cos he knew

one day they're gonna lock the door
And throw away the key



Blow out the candles,
Morning's moving in.

Flowers bloom on Alcatraz now.
Let the caged bird sing
Let the caged bird sing



The church called them anarchists

Class Ward, they called them saints
When they lost the plot they kept moving
Looking for heaven's gate

Stole a car and got as far
As the motel on Damascus Road
The TV screens threw back their dreams

When the cathode ray exploded.