Lyrics:

A monk with a hard-on and a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs through the hat that he strode, as he
Follows a path filled with every desire
And mimics his footsteps, and sets his prayers on fire
Well, I too have chosen that which left no choice
To sing without loving in a solitary voice
To observe with passion each careful denial
The protrusions which give my life meaning for a while
Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
You're brushing your teeth with licorice seeds
Standing too close, pulling your cloth
Smiling at God, the meaning of life grows
No, and I'll never tell, and I'll never know
What candles you light after the show
And I'll never tell, and I'll never ask
The meaning of life after mass