The Sins of Memphisto

From the bells of St. Mary

To the Count of Monte Cristo

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop the sins of Memphisto

Sally used to play with her hula hoops

Now she tells her problems to therapy groups

Grandpa's on the front lawn staring at a rake

Wonderin' if his marriage was a terrible mistake

I'm sittin' on the front steps drinkin' Orange Crush

Wonderin' if it's possible for me to still blush

Uh-huh

Oh, yeah

A boy on a bike with corduroy slacks

Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks

Waits for the whistle on the train to scream

So he can close his eyes and begin to dream

Uh-huh

Oh, yeah

From The Bells of St. Mary

To The Count of Monte Cristo

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop the sins of Memphisto

The hands on his watch spin slowly around

With his mind on a bus that goes all over town

Lookin' at the babies and the factories

And listening to the music of Mr. Squeeze

As if by magic or remote control

He finds a piece of a puzzle that he missed in his soul

Uh-huh

Oh, yeah

From The Bells of St. Mary

To The Count of Monte Cristo

Nothing can stop (No)

Nothing can stop (No)

Nothing can stop the sins of Memphisto

Adam and Eve, and Lucy and Ricky

Bit the big apple and got a little sticky

Esmerelda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame

They humped each other like they had no shame

They paused as they posed for a Polaroid photo

She whispered in his ear

"Exactly-odo, Quasimodo"

From The Bells of St. Mary

To The Count of Monte Cristo

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop

Nothing can stop the sins of Memphisto

Sally used to play with her hula hoops

Now she tells her problems to therapy groups

Uh-huh

Oh, yeah