Priest Testo

Cities and sidewalks
and talking the back-talk
walking, in fact, just like Enoch-
with God.
Find us a bar,
and let's work us some magic
For, see? I'm the one with the whip and the rod...

Calculating, salivating
topsy-turvy, desecrating Sleep, my dear, perchance to dream
(I'm lying through my teeth!)
But love is dumb as well as blind,
so ask of me and you shall find,
for I am just a pilgrim, girl,
but you can call me \"priest,\"

My first thought, it was:
that he lied with each word
as it dripped off his tongue,
or did glint in his eye.
But caught, as I was, in the grip of salvation,
he twisted his Word around my greater lie.

Stinking of liquor
and stroking the Bible,
my companion's eyes have gone vacant and cold.
So it's on, to Maria, to finish the job
with an act of black mischief
to take to the road