please don't clobber me
or force me up a tree
you're penitent I see
now get down on both knees.
i'll meet you halfway
we'll turn back to each other
put the strap to me
across your bended knees
I bet you can't conceive
of things you cannot see.
I'm the dark shade to your rear
I'm the macaw in your ear
I'm the parish priest and I'm creeping up behind you.
another grey man,
with power in his stride.
he dresses like a saint
and then goes marching by.
i'll meet you halfway
we'll turn back to each other.
I'm the dark shape to your rear
I'm the macaw in your ear
I'm the parish priest and I'm creeping up behind you.
I'm the conscience that you fear
I'm the words you cannot you hear.
I'm the parish priest and I'm creeping up behind you.