Mea Culpa

Downtown, Trinity Church

What's one penitent more?

While she was left in the lurch

He was washing ashore

And it's true, you could tell her everything

She never wanted to know

Let her shoot, let her have her massacre

Blood dripping down in the snow

Ring on, Liberty Bell

That's affixed to the prow

Neptune's watery hell

Lives inside of you now

And it's true, you could tell her everything

She never wanted to know

Let her shoot, let her have her massacre

Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow

She left offerings I

Didn't want at my door

Two birds baked in a pie

What a grim metaphor

And you spill and confess and you clean up the mess, 'cause

That's how you atone

But when it's "Bless me, Father," then I suspect

She'll never leave you alone

And it's true, you could tell her everything

She never wanted to know

Let her shoot, let her have her massacre

Blood dripping down, leaving trails in the snow