Tom Flannery Dressed To Impress
Who are you to tell me what side God's onwhat side's
right and what side's wrong
who are you to absolve my sins
or to whisper about the shape I'm in
you....so tightlipped and so coy
with an altar full of shiny toys
and a mother still too overjoyed
at what's become of her darling boy
Soft in the middle and soft in the head
children for your daily bread
thundering down curses at all those
who dare to step out of their clothes
what do you see when you close your eyes
overwhelmed with the booby prize
cutting others down to size
and teaching the rest to ostracize
dressed to impress
underneath a mess
place in the country for you to have your rest
where you and the children can coalesce
after their souls you prepossess
with great finesse
you relieve your stress
and like zombies the kids they all regress
and then they learn how to repress
as they acquiesce their sins to profess
Heaven and hell and all that stuff
but you like 'em young and you like it rough
saints and sinners and tramps and thieves
a bottle of Jack on bended knees
Eve brought Adam down with a piece of fruit
you with a collar and a black suit
now all the pope's horses and all the pope's men
can't put you back together again
dressed to impress
underneath a mess
place in the country for you to have your rest
where you and the children can coalesce
after their souls you prepossess
with great finesse
you relieve your stress
and like zombies the kids they all regress
and then they learn how to repress
as they acquiesce their sins to profess
