She chose the soft center
And took it to bed with her mother
And the ideal confusion

Was just an illusion
To gain further news of her brother


And the comfort of mother
Was just an appeal for protection
For the cat from next door

Was found later at four
In surgical dissection


And I don't want to be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center

Can take you off the street

For soon they'll plough the desert

And God knows where I'll be
Collecting submarine numbers
On the main street of the sea


The Vicar is thicker
And I just can't see through to him

For his cardinal sings
A collection of hymns
And a collection of coins is made after


And who wrote the Bible
Was it Judas or Pilate

Well one cleans his hands
While the other one hangs
But still I continue to stand