Pilgrim Trade

Our African sisters have a spiritual plan

They follow the teachings of a triangular man

The AD to BC, the black and white gang

Amazed by cheap lasers, they're getting a tan

Magnetic steps funnel a babel of tongues

Sucking cash out of pockets, air out of lungs

The hordes that are eating a path through her doors

Record digital memories of her ceilings and floors

Harvesting pilgrims is an eternal trade

Sins are forgiven, indulgences gained

Confessions are heard; contrition is made

Entry to heaven will not be delayed