I used
to
get up in the morning,
serve six o 'clock mass
The fear of the
Lord did abound
It was the smell of the incense,
the sacrament wine
Old wo men in pews with
their heads bowed down
And a hungover priest in a
tattered black casket
Reciting the
Latin so old
He said, son, you're gonna walk
on your knees one day
Down the long miles of purgatory road
Well it might have been
Susan, it might have been
Annie
She wore a white cotton blouse
And she memorized modern
youth and chastity
Said it's a mortal sin if
we kiss on the mouth
If we died in a car wreck
on our way home
We'd be damned with this sin on our soul
But we closed our eyes and sealed our fate
In the wet grass of
Purgatory
Road
Somewhere between
sundown and midnight
We made our first wish on a star
That all of our sins would vanish behind
That
Chevrolet getaway car
Somewhere between
heaven and heartache
Out where the buses don't roll
We lay down in the wild asparagus
That grew along
Purgatory
Road
Well,
Susan, or
Annie, had a vision one night
With the sign of the
cross she was gone
And the old wisdom priest,
he died of old age
But the church rattled and clattered and
rolled a blop on
As we ran and we wrestled with the fear of
our
Lord
But the guilt and desire
took their hold
From when the sins of the
flesh were a whisper away
In the wet grass of
purgatory roamed
Somewhere between
sundown and midnight
We made our first wish on a star
That all of our sins would vanish behind
That
Chevrolet getaway car
Somewhere between
heaven and heartache
Out where the buses don't roll
We lay down in the wild asparagus
That grew along
Purgatory
Road
We lay down in the wild asparagus
That grew along
Purgatory
Road
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