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