Extra Life We Are Not The Same
Our lady of the wagging finger
Saint of lies, and maybe even truths
A functionary
Nothing but a gargoyle on that bloated old cathedral they pay you not to see
You and me are not the same
We are not the same
You and me are not the same
Definitely not the same
Our lady of the pushed paper
File our sins, perform confession
A form apology
Offices and incense
The moral smoke of witch-flesh
At the DMV
Queen of your department
Both cunning and retarded
