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What goes on outside if church

The priest, he doesn't know

With hands over ears

And eyes squeezed shut

His mind stays close to home

His daughter stays out late at night

With smokers, thugs, and thieves

She breathes real air

And thinks real thoughts

And runs from the police

"Oh, father, dear!" She cries at night

"I've just been out to church!

The service ends

At three A.M.

'Til then, I'm hard at work!"

He smiles at daughter, pats her head,

And says that he is proud

Then daughter leaves

To roam the streets

Where everything's allowed