One day
I was walking by the water
I came across your chariot
I untied your lead horse
Cracking whips and screaming fits
The creature with a golden bit
Tore along the river’s edge
And into a grape field
Pulpit pope puppet
Acting like the holy ghost
Tipping his glass for a toast
Pulpit pope puppet
You can just shut it
Your makeup is running thin
As you fall from the stage
Rough day
I was sentenced to the lions den
Evil centurion
Caught me on my way
The peasants came to bless my hand
They said it was a godsend
Pulpit pope puppet
Acting like the holy ghost
Tipping his glass for a toast
Pulpit pope puppet
You can just shut it
Your makeup is running thin
As you fall from the stage
