Unrepentant Geraldines

Tori Amos

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    Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke
    (This is the day of reckoning)
    Mamma looks to you for truth
    (With the heart of St. Catherine)
    No need to apologize
    (For the Gypsy Madonna)
    Truth is not always kind
    (Jesus Hosanna)
    Peter and Paul they did condemn
    (This is the day of reckoning)
    Women like the Magdalene
    (She, you said the savior loved best)
    Now you ask me if I agree
    (Our patron St. Cecilia)
    With the unrepentant geraldines
    (Jesus Hosanna)

    Chapel of birds
    We sing our song, revise the word
    Will you pray
    Pray for me, unrepentant geraldines?

    I'm gonna free myself from your opinion
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
    I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion

    Our Father of Corporate Greed
    (This is the day of reckoning)
    You absolve corporate thieves
    (They will give the Judas kiss)
    As our governments relent
    (Guess who gets them elected?)
    And turn a blind eye to your sin
    (Jesus Hosanna)

    Chapel of birds
    We sing our song, revise the word
    Will you pray
    Pray for me, unrepentant geraldines?

    I'm gonna free myself from your opinion
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
    I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion

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    Chapel of birds
    We sing our song, revise the word
    Will you pray
    Pray for me, unrepentant geraldines?

    I'm gonna free myself from your opinion
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
    I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
    I'm gonna heal myself from your religion

    If you find the Vicar's wife
    Tunning through the rain
    On her way from St. James
    To Mary's in the field

    You'll find she plays guitar
    Sometimes with her band
    But she plays the bass
    Like a Messiah

    If you find the Vicar's wife
    Staring out to sea
    Praying for one more soul
    We lose one every week

    There she will light a flame
    Asking why they've gone
    What are we not giving
    Giving to the young?

    You'll find she plays guitar
    Sometimes with her band
    But she plays the bass
    Like a Messiah

    If you find the Vicar's wife
    Running through the rain
    On her way from St. James
    To Mary's in the field

    On her way from St. James
    To Mary's in, Mary's in
    In the field

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    Composition: Tori Amos

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