Around here we don't speak of his groping hand,
We don't see with our seeing eyes.
Around here nobody takes a stand,
And everyone wears a godly disguise.
Around here our cries of pain are laughter,
And his pleasurable games we abhor.
Around here the springs creak right after,
He gets up and stalks out the bedroom door.
Around here geniuses are blind fools
And legs that are not crippled do not walk.
Around here we follow uncertain rules,
And our moving mouths will not talk.
Yes, there's a lot of confusion,
In the hell around here.
We need a saviour's intrusion,
To relieve our shame,
And avenge our fear.